
In poets corner after seeing doctor for checkup – 2 weeks since operation, and almost…human again.
In poets corner after seeing doctor for checkup – 2 weeks since operation, and almost…human again.
cried “Wee! Wee! Wee!” all the way home.
Back home at last.
From a slightly different window.
Strange place for an Atheist – view from my hospital bed, St Vincent’s Hospital, Sydney. Open heart surgery on Friday.
Life is a cage fight
where a series of
giant opponents
bash and batter you
mercilessly while
your team patches you
up at the end of each
round so you can keep
going – forever
Comes a time in
everyone’s
life when the most
thrilling event
of a week is
not a party
or a present
or promotion
or lottery
win, but just a
low blood pressure
reading for once.
Once upon a
time I was much
more than the sum
of my ailments
and side effects
of medicines,
but now I have
no time left for
anything else.
Anxiety
will cunningly
disguise itself
with the symptoms
of heart disease
and the cancers
playing hide and
seek with your mind.
A strong belief in
Homeopathy
would not survive an
attempt to treat a
severe case of Gout
in a Big Toe joint.
Some illness
is shy, stays
hidden from
view, makes no
fuss. Gout grabs
you by the
throat and then
demands full
attention.