Bondage and Bandages


I'm really well looked after
in hospital, but there are times
it feels so repressive,

like I'm being tended
by dominatrix nurses
who get off on bondage and bandages.

It started when I fell over last week
and landed badly
splitting my head open.

Seventeen stitches later
I was bandaged and bundled
back into bed.

Things deteriorated
further
when pneumonia took hold

and my friendly dominatrix
tied me to the bed
and drained my lungs dry.

Intubations and a ventilator
came next
which are such a drag,

but at least
the straps
are no longer required.

Being in germ lock down,
means life behind a plastic tent
with zero visitors allowed.

So my laptop
is my lifeline,
to friends around the world.

It's not all bad news though,
I had my last chemotherapy
an hour or so ago,

no more for about two weeks.
They brought me tapioca pudding
to celebrate

and told me
I'll need another
spinal tap.

Life with
the big C
is really kind of tough,

but it is still life
and I'm determined
it's going to get a lot better