Pain meds do their thing,
putting band-aids on the cause
of all this suffering.
cfblack, 5-21, morning
Pain meds do their thing,
putting band-aids on the cause
of all this suffering.
cfblack, 5-21, morning
Pain is subsiding,
like ocean waves on the sand,
will it dare return?
cfblack, 5-21-2016, night
The back rash from hell
allergic to his pain meds
what are we to do?
cfblack 5-21-2016, midday
Crisis point is reached,
moving to the brink of death,
or to recovery.
cfblack, night of 5-20-2016
He ran out of pills.
“Wait 4 hours instead of 3.”
They don’t feel his pain.
orange marmalade
on wheat toast with pain killers
sweet 1 AM snack
Al Black 5-17, 4 days post surgery
Baby Steps
One day at a time,
Baby step accomplishments
bring celebrations.
Ocycodone
Take one pill away,
Reduce pain medication,
No dependency.
cfblack 05-16-2016 (Day 3)
Going for a walk
I step into the sunshine
leaving you behind.
FIRST NIGHT
Holy Mother of God
Pain throbs continuously
Will it never end?
** Haiku’s for my husband’s ankle surgery experience.
These are the final days,
days of remembering,
days of reflection,
of walks down the hall with support on each side,
days of service provided by family,
days of someone accepting their aid.
These are the days of aching bones,
when pain is simply a part of life,
when it is a struggle to get out of bed,
to get dressed,
and to sleep.
Days of being poked with needles,
of taking pills by mouth and IV,
Days to spend with family and friends,
and the loss of all privacy.
Days to say I love you,
Days to offer prayers,
These are the days of memories
when many stories are shared.
Some of these days are filled with tears,
some with laughter and joy,
Some are filled with stress and concern,
Some are over way too soon.
Days of precious intimacy,
of sitting with our loved ones,
days when time loses relevance,
days of God’s infinite mercy.
cfblack 04-26-2016