The 4th of February was a dramatic day for us. Thanks to Valerie’s clear thinking and action, it started with an appointment with a duty doctor who sent me to Barnet A&E and then the Royal Free Hospital. The experience prompted a short poem.

and these are the evening and daytime views.
So here is the poem:
Ninth Floor
For me, the fourth of February
began at the duty doctor
and ended, via Barnet A&E,
on the ninth floor of the Royal Free;
the ambulance crew pointed out
the magnificent view over London.
A massive infection kept me there for six nights.
That first night I felt oddly secure
even though I was without
my instruments of support;
spectacles, hearing aids, watch
wallet with cash and cards,
my phone off as the battery was low.
I thought of how Valerie had come back
to see me leave in the ambulance,
glad that she was now safe at home.
Shrouded in a yellow-grey miasma of nausea,
time for me was distorted-
Valerie came each afternoon
and the children on separate days.
Elwyn witnessed my examination
and claimed that my right testicle
was the size of a grapefruit
though goose egg was more likely.
My daughter brought me home,
sent a laconic text to her brothers
“Grapefruit back in fruit bowl.”
© Anthony Fisher March 2108
View from the fruit bowl.
I like it but think you need a full stop after “home” as it sounds at first as if it was me that was shrouded. V
Yikes!
Thanks Timothy
Glad to know you are on the road to recovery the view of your garden is miles better than any view from hospital
Thank you for your comments Tony