It sinks in deep
Staining you like bleach
It will stay there even when you are free
The weight of it will be excruciating
But you’ll move on despite it all
And you’ll be ok even on the hard days
They put her in a hospital bed
Just for observation
She stayed much longer than they said
an estimate inflation.
Her muscles shrank, her bones got thin
Joints got bent, delirium.
We tried to stand her up, she fell
Is this what they call getting well?
The weaker she was, the harder to move
The less she moved, the sicker she proved
She got bed sores, more spinal pain
No rehab in house, Medicare's shame.
Lack of walking caused constipation
Then urinary blockage, more complication
Dehydration followed, so saline was applied
But the catheter had germs, so she got a UTI.
Her legs so still, she got a clot
A cluster of disasters, who lost the plot?
Not all countries do it this way
incentives in the U.S. contribute to decay.
Then we pay for months of rehab care
cheaper per day, once you are there
But in the big picture it makes more sense
To prevent deterioration, before its immense.
The above patient is a composite of many poor souls
Usually there are confounds, the argument has holes
However, it's true that this happens and can't always be reversed
Let's address the incentives first.
The criteria for involuntary hospitalization are as follows: patients must exhibit dangerous behavior toward themselves or others, they must be helpless and unable to provide for their basic daily needs, and there is a danger of “essential harm” to their mental health if they do not receive mental care..
Note.wehmi, nafsiati, Pagal, nashai, game, over..
ODE TO CRUTCHES
I had a knee replacement so I needed help
I could not walk safely by myself
So, I was given two sturdy crutches
And once I got them in my clutches
I walked here and there and everywhere
With more confidence but a bit of care
With physio my knee grew stronger
Two crutches I needed no longer
So, I progressed to just using one
My recovery had begun
I exercised at home and did physio at Westmead
I was very keen to succeed
To cut a very long story short
I am very happy to report
They helped me a lot but now that I’m stronger
I do not need crutches any longer
I have a long way to go
It won’t be easy, that I know
Thank you to all the people that help me every day
With their support and encouragement I know I will be okay.
i thought about leaving on a train
i thought about walking blindly in the rain
i thought about going somewhere where no one could find me
in the end it was your true love that would thankfully blind me
i thought about making you a casserole
i thought about making you filet of sole
i thought about taking you somewhere that you always dreamed of going
then you tell me that you will always be well travelled as long our love for each other is flowing
i thought about send you flowers special delivery
i thought about sending you a fancy thirst quencher from a distillery
i thought about expressing how your warm my heart with love that would accentuate the expressive beauty of each dimple
instead you took my left hand and said softly with a smile, 'keep it simple'
with that i say i love you as a small diamond pendant on your heart
you respond by kissing me with a quiet passion, simply saying with a smile, 'smart'
Q.Were you scared at night?
A.Halloween night.
Q.Why are you here?
A.I got into a fight with Supari.
Q.Why did you come here?
A.They brought me here.
Q.What did you do?
A.I broke his heart.
Q.Do you want to get married?
A.HAHAHA.
Q.When someone wants to get married,
What does he need to have?
A.Job House Money etc.
Q.You are OK but Supari wants you here?
A.Yes,he is the mastermind behind
Drug Addiction Psycho Rehab Game...
You ask me what I was?
Meek solitude sustained in armored mantle
a wave of movement never moving onward
a shade lost in humanity’s shadows
and nothing … before you
Bob’s accident was not "too" bad;
young lady with both legs broken.
Driving on drugs, he’s ultra rad;
“Go to Rehab,” judge has spoken.
Meanwhile... she goes to rehab too;
Bev learns to walk again, wahoo.
When laws and legs guys freely break,
what’s “legit” walks off the pages.
Their lawyers give this bellyache,
“We don’t put addicts in cages!”
Meanwhile... last time Bob tests a tort,
Bev appears as lawyer in court.
written May 26, 2018
She was brutally raped
And sent home, her father's rage
Mixed with mother's curse
Rehabilitated her in marriage
With the rapist,à la carte.
Rehabilitation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Free verse poetry form only.
25th May, 2018
She pushes my wheelchair
Rolling me past the nurses station
Rolling me down the long bright hallway
Rolls me into the room with all those machines
All I want to do is go for a l o n g w a l k _ — _ — _ — _ — _ — _
For Julia Ward’s Rehabilitation contest.
Written May 24th 2018.
AR Strong has assisted many people on their road to recovery.
A great facility in Vancouver Canada.
one step at a time stands still
when the ringing in the ears
and the haze and nausea clears
a broken body sighs
ready for the next
05/22/18
Julia Ward's
Rehabilitation -Poetry Contest
An ox can pull a weighted cart daily.
With mirrored force, I grapple to lift my right leg.
A toddler wobbles in his first steps,
but struggling, we inevitably became able to walk.
Hugging the wall, like a child in the deep pool, I rise up.
The patients often rock back and forth,
or pace as if to move away
from their frustrations,
their situation, their self,
but the same always follows.
Their only task is existence...
yet such a heavy endeavor,
like moving through thick mud,
always messy and often stuck.
As long as they remain their same selves,
they remain a prisoner of themselves,
haunted by screams of unworthiness,
threats of unforgiveness,
and insistence of victimization.
Psychologists ask questions
and sometimes make suggestions.
Doctors dictate medications.
Many have chemical dependency
or a congenital chemical imbalance
and lack the physical capacity to be happy,
in the same way someone with kidney failure
would die without dialysis.
Patients regress into numbness,
an unintrusive seclusion
and an attempt to avoid
misery's self-abusing mind.
Some find an escape,
by God's grace,
faithfully willing their way
out of their mental detention and
the "Rehabilitation" Center Prison.
Freed* from addiction’s chains and imprisoning misery…
Rescued from bondage of liability as a disgraced social deviant
Especially upheld by the Saviour with His transforming compassion-might!!!
Empowered now to prevail with faith over haunting rehab-rigors!
Deliverance-delight drives toward victorious life!
*Romans 6:22 But now being made free from sin, and become servants to God, ye have your fruit unto holiness, and the end everlasting life.
May 17, 2018
3rd Place, Best Free Verse Poem in May 2018
Sponsored by Laura Loo; judged on 7/3/2018.
Total humiliation
Finally hit rock bottom
Knew it was time to ask for help
Waiving the white flag in desperation
Rehab crew, take me I’m yours
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
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