Before I start I just want to say I am on strong painkillers and as such this might not be the most coherent writing I do.
The Battle
Vomiting and pain is what brought me in,
Fluids and painkillers first action to be done,
Wait and see the plan to begin,
But worst I got, the pain advancing as the hours passed,
A scan ordered to see the matter.
A blockage in a dangerous place,
A battle with surgery I must face,
Sped off down to theatre to fix what needed fixed,
12 inches of bowl removed, two massive hernia repaired,
Resighted my stoma onto the left,
an infected wound another field of battle.
ICU was where I was sent,
Opened my eyes the pain was gone,
Painkillers so wonderful, jumping for joy,
Tube removed from my throat in matter of minutes,
ICU is not a scary place, it is filled with friends I have made.
My speedy recovery in the initial meant my time in ICU was but hours,
Transferred up to high dependency to be watched every hour,
The pain intrusive but not overwhelming,
Progress made each day with tubes, devices and lines removed,
A week passes now moved to a general ward.
Progress stalls as little measurable progress can be seen,
Internal strength the only progress I can feel,
Motivation is hard to maintain,
In a room by yourself sanity is a strain.
But what I am built for is to battle and survive,
If you give me a chance I will stay alive,
I fight not because I want to but because it’s all I know.
