A Piece of Meat
Stab stab stab stab stab STAB!
Ouch I scream.
Because neither the emergency room doctor or her intern
have a good technique.
They are on both sides of me stroking my veins.
Trying to find something to feed into.
After four takes and lots of bloodletting they
decide to call on Bob.
Bob. Who is Bob?
Where was Bob on their first four tries?
I am hyperventilating now and they are telling me not to.
Bob gets the IV in on the first try.
Another Cat Scan.
Second one in three weeks.
I am horrified and dismayed when the dye begins leaking
down the arm into my hair and my neck
Thinking they will have to put in a new I.V.
Luckily the I.V. has held, it was the tape that did not hold.
You become an insurance number in a hospital.
A piece of meat.
At their mercy.
Now I understand more about people with illness.
I never knew until now
but how I want to forget….
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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