+ Include Surgery
An aspirin a day keeps the doctors away
They’d tried everything. Sharp syringes containing liquid colours from Barbie-pink to camouflage-green. Foul smelling pastes. Tablets they stuck places that tablets shouldn’t be stuck. Even surgery.
Through their clumsy yellow spacemen suits and Vader masks, they muffled words at me. They said I had Ebola, whatever that means. They wouldn’t let me see mum or dad.
I heard the whispers. They said I only had another few weeks. Maybe I’d be getting out of here, I thought. Then I saw them become desperate and they said they were trying experimental drugs, variants of aspirin. Aspirin is the miracle cure for everything.
They say I died. But…when they resuscitated me, I felt a lot better.
They sent the clowns in as a celebration. The dog looked concerned. Maybe he saw the broken picture above my bed and the spinal cord on the bed-sheet.
Boy, hospital food sure looked better than I remember. Lunch had arrived.
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