Hands forcibly bound to bed, tubings tightly taped to skin (forehead included). Drastic measures to prevent him from pulling out all the pierced tubes and needles. Acts that degrade humanity. Frankly, I felt great anger and immense sadness. But I know... these are necessary actions and I must agree most reluctantly. Once the anesthetic wears off and consciousness sets in, he'd do only the most natural - to remove whatever is causing him utmost pain and discomfort. Really... who can blame him?
The breathing was audibly laborious. The respiratory tube was slowly accumulating gooey mucus stained with fresh red blood. The monitors blinked changing sets of complex data. Big-time deja vu.
Stepping into hospitals drained me of too much energy. No wonder I've never felt my age.
4 comments:
hi dear, so sorry to hear about what's happening now. be strong. you know you have support from your friends, including me anytime. it is difficult i know, but hang on in there...
Hey baby
You know I'm here too....
Sunnytears, sunnytears. The sun will still rise & shine again after the tears. Let him see the sun & not the tears in u...
May u have the strength to carry on...
eh dun sad...
this is not the most appropriate thing to say to you now, but u know it's part of life... i only hope your uncle won't have to suffer too much and he and his loved ones will be released from this pain in good time.
be strong for his sake, your other loved ones and for yourself.
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