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This is a place I never would have thought I could even go to. The asylum doors are bare. Their sanctuary smells and sounds never have washed off me. When ever I am ready, if and when this day arrives, promise me this do not take me here. Stay at my side, wash the cobwebs from the corners of my mouth and eyes. Do not dry my tears. Brave me with magma, make belief, stay, do not leave me, let me become an illusionist just once more. Coo me a dove right then right there!
Her rollator hardly used stays in a forgotten corner. A huge screen screams in vanity where an apocalyps takes place. A few scenarios are run each day. The monopoly is the same and this is called procedure. I am glad to “ only having been ” an assistant. We do the same job as many others but are told by superiors that we can not attend internal meetings. We listen we learn we know what we know.
One day I have to help her, trying to get her near to the rollator, she grasps my wrists.
Tightly she hold them. I am locked within her eyes never noticed how slightly green there is betwixt the grey. Another time while I am mopping the living room area floor she grasps the device. I do not react nor resist. She is trying to tell me something.
Usually she comes towards me. The murmuring maid I could call her. She has no speech but mumbles. She likes closeness but in order to not be pinched in the upper arm or her trying to find my keys I let her help me when I take care of the room. She dusts everything perfectly well. Her eyes are glowing.
Another young male nursing student is in charge of the unit. I have no idea why he tells me about how challenging it is to restrain these patients. A lot of times the so called staff is gathered in anything that looks like a meeting. Where in time is time when its needed.
Care is a circle I read recently and this is true, if we all would create these ripples.
Perhaps care would be given or asked for more. Some patients have a doll, each has a favorite lamb or lass. I am no stranger. I hum with the murmaid
One afternoon she locked me into a supplies room. Maybe in her own way she was playing hide and seek. Though in all truth she is copying what others do towards her.
We have seen the marks on their arms, we have noticed restraining belts on wheel chairs and matrasses. But we are not “ supposed to know ”. We are only assisting the experts though we know what we know.
The student nurse demonstrates his expertise asking a man questions over a cross word puzzle. I must admit he was doing a good job for only a few minutes. After he turned towards me and told me the diagnosis of the man he just spoke with.
I just smile and nod my head knowing he is putting me in his place. As he gathers himself rising back to his pedestal, he heads off for the nursing office on the unit.
While I witness murder during lunch, plates unwanted, food being mashed and spoon fed. This pantomime begins again. It raises rebellion within. Because I am of human kind of human blood and theirs is the same as mine. I am no better no wiser no older.
out here there are no truths
There is no expiring date
I let reality be
perhaps one day I will be a murmaid too!
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Her rollator hardly used stays in a forgotten corner. A huge screen screams in vanity where an apocalyps takes place. A few scenarios are run each day. The monopoly is the same and this is called procedure. I am glad to “ only having been ” an assistant. We do the same job as many others but are told by superiors that we can not attend internal meetings. We listen we learn we know what we know.
One day I have to help her, trying to get her near to the rollator, she grasps my wrists.
Tightly she hold them. I am locked within her eyes never noticed how slightly green there is betwixt the grey. Another time while I am mopping the living room area floor she grasps the device. I do not react nor resist. She is trying to tell me something.
Usually she comes towards me. The murmuring maid I could call her. She has no speech but mumbles. She likes closeness but in order to not be pinched in the upper arm or her trying to find my keys I let her help me when I take care of the room. She dusts everything perfectly well. Her eyes are glowing.
Another young male nursing student is in charge of the unit. I have no idea why he tells me about how challenging it is to restrain these patients. A lot of times the so called staff is gathered in anything that looks like a meeting. Where in time is time when its needed.
Care is a circle I read recently and this is true, if we all would create these ripples.
Perhaps care would be given or asked for more. Some patients have a doll, each has a favorite lamb or lass. I am no stranger. I hum with the murmaid
One afternoon she locked me into a supplies room. Maybe in her own way she was playing hide and seek. Though in all truth she is copying what others do towards her.
We have seen the marks on their arms, we have noticed restraining belts on wheel chairs and matrasses. But we are not “ supposed to know ”. We are only assisting the experts though we know what we know.
The student nurse demonstrates his expertise asking a man questions over a cross word puzzle. I must admit he was doing a good job for only a few minutes. After he turned towards me and told me the diagnosis of the man he just spoke with.
I just smile and nod my head knowing he is putting me in his place. As he gathers himself rising back to his pedestal, he heads off for the nursing office on the unit.
While I witness murder during lunch, plates unwanted, food being mashed and spoon fed. This pantomime begins again. It raises rebellion within. Because I am of human kind of human blood and theirs is the same as mine. I am no better no wiser no older.
out here there are no truths
There is no expiring date
I let reality be
perhaps one day I will be a murmaid too!
https://youtu.be/7p0sxmJKt_I
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
Published Yesterday
Author's Note
Reflections from when I worked in health care
In the video Siv Ander is dancing, she danced until she was over 80. Youth is not in age!
Use my body while its still young by Rebekka Kariijord
In the video Siv Ander is dancing, she danced until she was over 80. Youth is not in age!
Use my body while its still young by Rebekka Kariijord
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Dear A,
Gut wrenching, heartbreaking, poignant, beautiful. This is such an outstanding piece. I liked how you put yourself in the shoes of the patient while doing your job and the job of your superiors. Excellent piece. H🌷
Gut wrenching, heartbreaking, poignant, beautiful. This is such an outstanding piece. I liked how you put yourself in the shoes of the patient while doing your job and the job of your superiors. Excellent piece. H🌷
Yesterday 3:20pm
Thank you Dear Honoria for stopping by to visite my pages and leaving your keen observations on this piece! Well observed!!! Greetings and blessings,
Rianne
Rianne
Yesterday 3:56pm
This was an amazingly astute recollection, Anne-Ri. That ending -
out here there are no truths
There is no expiring date
I let reality be
perhaps one day I will be a murmaid too!
The entire thing reads as though a chapter of a novel that you couldn't put down. I am resonating here.
out here there are no truths
There is no expiring date
I let reality be
perhaps one day I will be a murmaid too!
The entire thing reads as though a chapter of a novel that you couldn't put down. I am resonating here.
Yesterday 5:44pm
Thank you dear Ahavati, for sharing your attuned insights, glad you enjoyed this piece. Hooray to the murmaids! Greetings and blessings
Rianne
Rianne
