Monday, 15 June 2009

• Slartibartfast

  Nah, I'm not going to talk about him, though he's one of my favorite character from Douglas Adams' infamous "trilogy." I'm going to share a poem...

   

  I lay in an under-filled
            hospital bed
  While my thoughts travel elsewhere
            in my bandaged-up head...
  This boredom is ceaseless -
            there's no end in sight;
  But I dream about holding you
            night after night.
  
  My headaches get worse
            and they tell me to rest;
  That though I may scorn them,
            they're doing "what's best"...
  I miss you so much,
            my penguin, my dear...
  It feels like I'll be 80
            'fore I get out of here!

  I know what you'd tell me:
            It's alright, it's okay
  Feel better soon -
            It's not your fault anyway.

  I know I'll be fine...
            it's just my brain ((who needs that? ;] ))
  [[I'm getting my blood drawn
            by a blond nurse named Pat!]]
  They think I can go home
            just as soon as they're done
  with the tests that they give me -
            ((There's a zillion and one!!!))
  The only concern that they
            have is my sleep -
  So I have to stop writing
            and start counting my sheep. -sigh-

  I hope that you're okay,
            that you've kept yourself busy
  [[This morphine they give me
            is making me dizzy!]]
  My David, please smile,
            you mean so much to me. =]
  You're in my stars, in my heart
            & I love you.
                           -Chelsea

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