been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,
Looks like between 'em they done
Tried to make me
Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'--
But I don't care!
I'm still here!
I just panicked and called a nurse because I imagined that my kidney was leaking through the dressing - I've had my tube removed.
It wasn't - the bed was actually dripping with sweat from having the heating full on while the windows are locked shut.
Last night I had to have a water soaked hankie on my head and a fan.
It's December for goodness sake!
I'm due to be released this afternoon, trying to work out how to get home as I write this.
"Day surgery and a day or so to get over it" turned into a very long week.
I did have better things to do and so did Robyn. Next week it's all cancer and scans and chemo.
Anyway, Robyn introduced me to the poetry of Langston Hughes and very grateful I am to her for it......
And who knows, I may yet make it home tonight.
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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