Brain Breaks Head bangs, coma, emergency, scans, airlift and surgery. Bandages, tubes everywhere but I am alive. Grateful for a skilful surgeon. I can talk, walk, remember and am the same “me” or so it seems in that oblivious euphoria of being alive. People know there has been danger, Sympathy and comfort surround me, Happy to be so well, I reassure the concern, Such warmth, so many well wishes, flowers and cards abound. Scars heal over: hair grows, officially better. Appearances can be deceiving, Faulty wiring hiding behind a calm exterior, Pain, tears, anger, confusion, chaos, fatigue, disconnection, As I am gone elsewhere and cannot cope with living, Though ironically so glad to be alive. By Philomena
Posted on: Fri, 30 Aug 2013 14:38:44 +0000