10-11-2017, 06:53 AM
My mother broke her hip in hospital.
She lived beyond the words that speak of pain
and busy nurses, overworked, all stalled
at helping her. Not able to complain
with speech, she wouldn’t get out of her bed,
kept rubbing at her side until they thought
her belly hurt. The doctor checked, and said
‘colonic enema.’ The head nurse brought
equipment and administered the dose
then left her helpless in a seat-less chair
inside a shower, all the doors tight closed
‘to not upset the others’. In despair
I hugged and hosed and dried her, fed ice-cream
and sued the fucking doctor, with his team.
She lived beyond the words that speak of pain
and busy nurses, overworked, all stalled
at helping her. Not able to complain
with speech, she wouldn’t get out of her bed,
kept rubbing at her side until they thought
her belly hurt. The doctor checked, and said
‘colonic enema.’ The head nurse brought
equipment and administered the dose
then left her helpless in a seat-less chair
inside a shower, all the doors tight closed
‘to not upset the others’. In despair
I hugged and hosed and dried her, fed ice-cream
and sued the fucking doctor, with his team.