At Mater Dai….
I am sitting in a chair in a white turquoise room.
I look up to see a cross perched on top of the doorway.
Norah Jones is playing softly on a small black CD player on the nearby table.
Two luggages are beside me. One of them is filled with clothes for a new life. A life that doesn’t exist yet….
We’ve been here for most of the day and in all honesty I was expecting more drama. It all went well as Sam Cooke played in the car ride to the hospital. A sunny November day.
I stare at the bed while I hear heartbeats. Infusion alarms on some dodgy equipment but its all better now. 132/29…Looks good. Estimated arrival time 9 – 10 pm.
Worried about pending tasks at work. Stressed to make all my personal projects complete. So much to do in such little time. Whatever will happen I know it will work out.
I stare at the warm table beside me. The little bed. Swirling in my mind is the moments of my youth. How my parents would have felt. What to do. What to so. What to expect….
The doctor is here.
Time to help….