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16 September 2010
They’re slippery, she says: they roll about.
Eventually the doctor does it.
My shoulders feel crushed under pain.
I swallow back the vomit in my throat.
My mind goes blank; I nod off.
He too, full length on the trolley,
has closed his eyes. He is pale
but starting to recover some colour.
The hours pass. He must have a scan.
They need to check for bleeding in the brain.
They‘re sending him up to Tweed for that.
I go home, eat lunch without tasting it,
phone. He has been moved finally, yes.
I do some chores. I phone Tweed.
He has arrived. The scan has been ordered.
It may take up to two hours, but
by all means phone earlier, they say.
He fell this morning, slid into the bathtub
after he came out of the shower. Then he blacked out
over breakfast. His head bashed and bounced.
The headache was fierce but brief.
He yelled, slurring his words like a spastic.
I called the ambulance. He didn’t argue.
Nothing now to do but wait,
him up there and me back here.
Will he be home tonight? I don’t know.
30 Poems in 30 days, 2010: 3
Prompt: A poem about waiting for a specific event