Icepack’d
scooting back on the toilet seat
i grab bar hanging above me from ceiling
lifting and pushing with legs
until i lower butt down and feel only
open space beneath me
knees touch down on cool tiled bathroom floor
pressure begins building on knees with lower legs
pinned underneath me, i know not to panic (even
though i probably should). eventually after yelling
HELP! several times and getting my dog in on the act
to no availing ears, i come to accept my fate
as my hands begin to lose hold of the trapeze rings.
with my foot straped in i begin to realize the severity
of the situation because the position i am in with my legs
pretzled up under the weight of the remaining two thirds
of my body. i drop, squirm and flop (or tried to flop) over
so my knees might be spared the pain of being stuck
like this but no, like this i remain for over an hour,
the next day the pain is alive and my right leg is compromised,
having to reevaluate how i do basic transfers, i know i need
to get it checked out so i go (unrelunctantly!) to the ER
which i’ve decided is not the place to go during an actual
emergency. before i finish composing this sarcastic theory
the nurse calls me back, asks my height and weight, takes my
temperature and blood pressure, tags me and takes me
to a smaller waiting room where i control the television
this time (i dont watch tv) and where i await a group of ladies
to perform an x-ray on my knee. then we (my caregiver’s
with me) wait … and wait … and wait. finally, tired of this
game, i decide to go, explaining that i will wait to hear “nothing
is broken” until they call. but before i go i’m given some crucial
advice: take ibiprophin for pain, elevate leg 15 minutes at a
time and ice as needed. i completely ignore their suggestions until
bedtime then SHIT! i’m hurting so i ask if he (my night time
care giver now) will help me get into bed without bending knee
at all. he does this like a pro and i’m amazed, then i ask him to get
an icepack for my leg. i put it on and lay there while my body and
mind go numb simultaneously. next day pain’s gone.
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Thank you for teaching us courage and compassion. I believe our poetry is not an exercise of screaming into the void, but a way to express something that others may need to hear (though it’s sometimes great to be able to just scream into the world;*)
Ahhhh,I appreciate the kind words but whether or not i’m teaching anything is debatable. I just feel like I’m writing the truth of my life, but thank you.
You are brave, even if you don’t feel you are. Thanks for sharing this with us through poetry.