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| Sequestered I can see out the door of my room and down the corridor to look for the likes of you, as I am sequestered. I need only look out my window to view a charming village where I could go, should the likes of you inform I'm healed. I return to my bed, slither in white sheets The IV drips yellow concoction in my once black veins. Lovely nurses might distract with a visit, change the sheets, feed me, fluff an every-so-ready pillow. Why not ignore the halls and vistas seen, settle in and turn on the overhead tv? I have health insurance and the rest of my life. Even if I'm dying here, I realize nothing can hurt me anymore. Even if the white coats do not arrive, I have family who visit and see how comfortably I thrive, feel at home. No one has discharged me; many have tested my blood pressure, observed me perfectly fine -- even those unqualified. Did they correct my illness or do I mask the symptoms somehow? Here, the nurse comes, checks my pulse, takes other vitals. I imagine somewhere a doctor or two looks over these charts. Confused that I would take up residence here? The thing is, I am placating children playing their medicine game. Adorable to think what they are doing is real. I'm only too happy to play along. But, should I be worrying, for the other patients? Well, I'm sequestered anyway. How much harm? I'm the eye doctor. Is this better? |
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