NOTICE: This post may not be appeasing to some.
I received a call from my sister yesterday. It just so happens that she had been admitted to a hospital. After the call, i hurried to pack my luggage and the hospital to check up on her and know for sure what was wrong with her at that time.
When i got the hospital, i was faced with many things. I had to get some things for her with the very minimal strength i had- was coming from a prayer camp some 7 Kilometers away from my sister. It was damn hectic. I would walk from the ward she was to the Lab, Pharmacy, X-ray room and fruit shop.
“From our diagnosis, she had Sub-Acute Appendix. We would place her on a 48 hours watch to determine our next line of action. Please get these drugs for her”
When i walked into the ward at first, i saw an elderly woman on another bed battling with breath. From all that was gathered, her body was refusing any form of medication with blood all over her bed. I could hear try to breath with the aid of the machine but it still wasn’t working.
Some minutes after i went out to get the drugs for my sister…was already heading back to the ward. I heard loud screams. Joy, my sister was already up. I guess she was restless because of the sudden death and screams inside the ward.
All i could do was take the stress off my feet and sit down on a plastic chair that conveniently housed my buttocks. Afterwards, i stared at the corpse that was struggling to breathe some 15 minutes ago. Truth be told, that was the first time i had seen, up close, that kind of transition. May her soul rest in peace.
Initially, i sent @slleboeuf an email telling her that i may not host the prompt this week but i guess i just could not help but come up and do something. Let’s talk about sickness and death with a poem. Tell me what you think!
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