Not Yet Cathetered by Garry Rowlands
After falling ill with heart problems, Garry Rowlands was rushed to hospital. He started writing this poem during the anxious period before he had his angiogram, and then a successful stenting procedure.
Garry says: “The final verse came first. It was the silver lining of the ‘Oh my God I might be going to die’ cloud. I was not attached to a urinary catheter and I was allowed to eat. This seemed very important to me at the time.’ Garry is now back to full health and enjoying his usual activities, including fell running.
Chest pain, dizziness, out of breath.
Arm pain, nausea, gasp for breath.
An ambulance whisks me from untimely death
and drops me at the nearest a&e.
It's 2am and all’s well
Though sticky pads, slapped here and there,
pinch the skin and pull the hair
from a chest waxed bare
by the pads of previous ecgs.
I lie still, relax, and breath.
It's 4am and all’s well.
I am, as yet, not cathetered
Though machines around me flash and beep
and noisily disturb my sleep,
And leave me groggy and drifting deep
in the wash of broken dreams,
they reassure me I still live.
It's 6am and all’s still well
Some other patients seem much worse.
as they twist and turn and groan and curse
and, fighting, wrestle with the nurse
as she tries to do her stuff
to ease their pain.
It's 8am and I am well.
I remain, so far, uncathetered
and my file’s still free from the fateful phrase
‘Nil by mouth’.
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