I was late today for my IV #antibiotics & #wound #treatment therapy. There was no parking close to the #hospital today, & once I claimed a spot on the street I found myself staring at the rough spots of worn leather on my SUV’s steering wheel after I had slid the gear into park. I let out a quiet sigh as I turned the ignition to kill the engine & stared down towards the stains of spilled Starbucks and Colas that had dried up into sticky splotches in & around the centre console. The rain was falling in a kind of a thick peaceful myst, like a bucket being emptied in slow motion from the somewhere in the atmosphere high overhead.
There was no long line for registering today, & a pile of boxed up Dell computers sat in the hallway waiting to be brought to life. My right arm was stiff as I proceeded down the hallway, it gets that way when I’m scared, lonely, & stressed. I skipped out on getting any tea, partly because I was late, & partly because I’m super tight on money. If I was smart I would bring my own tea with me from home, but there’s this prickly habit of always running late.
As I sat into the chair for my IV & wound wrapping, an unknown number appears on my iPhone. Not knowing who it is, I let it go to voicemail only to learn a few minutes later that it had been my primary care physician calling to checkin as he received all the paperwork from my ER visit last week. I emailed him back as they worked on my foot & will make an appointment later this week after I get my next round of blood taken for my three month diabetes tests Thursday morning.
I want to cry, but instead I keep quiet & mumble thank you to the nurses when they’re done. Time to go home & pass out.
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