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Posted by sigismund on October 11, 2013, at 19:28:02
The hospital was quiet.
The blind man opposite never said much to anyone. His wife came every day but had gone home.
Every so often he cried out
'Help! Help!'
The dying man thought him a fool, and a Christian to boot.
'There's no f*ck*ng help!' he shouted back.
'Help! Help!'
'What kind of help do you think there could be?'
The dying man was starting to enjoy himself.
'Help me God!'
'There's no f*ck*ng help and there's no f*ck*ng God either.'
The dying man turned to his brother
'You see that man next to me? He's a big as a horse and in that case there are enough guns to kill us all. I want you to throw him out of his bed and get him out of here.
His brother thought quickly.
'I see. But that is a guitar case and this is a public hospital. I can't just throw him out of his bed. But I am willing to talk more about it.'
'Don't patronise me.'
'Help!' from opposite.
'There's no f*ck*ng help and we are all going to die. Get it though your thick head.'
He turned to his mother.
'We'll both be dead by the end of the year.'
'Speak for yourself.'By this stage we were all helpless with laughter. As good as Beckett I thought.
The policeman had come from the UK for a holiday in the sun. Some narrowing of the spinal chord, two botched operations, paralysis and constant pain. He was never going back and never complained.
'I need something for the pain.'
'I can get you a Panadeine Forte' said the nurse.
'Something stronger?'
He was turning green.
'I'll see what I can do.'
Posted by sigismund on October 11, 2013, at 19:59:40
In reply to Vignettes, posted by sigismund on October 11, 2013, at 19:28:02
The tube came out of the young man's throat, the chair pushed by his girlfriend. Paralysis from the neck down. The air pump whirred under the chair. I tried not to stare as I walked past.
She was sweet.
'Hello' she said as I tried to pass. 'Look what we've got.'
She stopped pushing and opened the box resting on the top of the wheelchair.
'Come and look.'
It was a little puppy,
I had mixed feelings, shame of course, and awe.
Posted by alexandra_k on October 15, 2013, at 20:18:25
In reply to Re: Vignettes, posted by sigismund on October 11, 2013, at 19:59:40
they are nice. i like them. what are they? are you writing poetry? better than beckett... i like that.
Posted by sigismund on October 16, 2013, at 18:11:29
In reply to Re: Vignettes, posted by alexandra_k on October 15, 2013, at 20:18:25
>what are they?
They were the highlights of some difficult experiences a while ago.
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