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Clean-up in Aisle 7
Heart pounding anxiety—
But no mental chaos.
Chemo didn’t knock on my heart,
it burst in like the KoolAid man
with a “fuck you!”.
Ventricular meltdown, seeing stars,
is this the time I cross into
the next dimension: always living
in the space between here and there.
I’d say it’s exhilarating,
but who really wants to cardiac arrest
in the middle of the supermarket.
How embarrassing.
But no mental chaos.
Chemo didn’t knock on my heart,
it burst in like the KoolAid man
with a “fuck you!”.
Ventricular meltdown, seeing stars,
is this the time I cross into
the next dimension: always living
in the space between here and there.
I’d say it’s exhilarating,
but who really wants to cardiac arrest
in the middle of the supermarket.
How embarrassing.
Published 26th Apr 2022
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26th Apr 2022 4:24am
This we know from experience Lady. From way back, young man standing in line at the checkout, xmas shopping. Heart starts racing, hard to catch breath, about to loose consciousness. Store manager came to the rescue got us out of line and into the office sitting down. Tight
26th Apr 2022 6:11am
17th Jun 2022 9:36pm
Wow. I can only imagine your battle has been on of the toughest, as it takes a toll both physically and mentally, then to deal with an incident like that? What's amazing is that you write like this, with nerves of steel.
