My last wait. My last fill. My last injections into my chest. My last time walking away knowing there is another time. My last!
Sitting here waiting for the dr to come and fill me, I can’t help but notice how uninviting hospitals are… the floors are so bare and cold and sterile and scary. Lucky thing I don’t mind to much. But the crying lady next door to me sitting holding her husband’s hand could use a cozy inviting area right now.
Beige curtains. Pickled floors. Cold walls. Goodbye this is my last visit.