“Double the dose, nurse”.
I’ve been dreaming. Of fields rushing up into the first scuffs and scratches of childhood.
The blink of an eye and it’s all neon beeping, needles and catheters.
‘All this technology’ I think, looking around, ‘can’t save the clapped out bangers in this car park.’
Cathode shadows rattle deep in my chest as I laugh.
I have faith; the strength to go.
Yet leaving is hard too.
A swoop of grief snags my stomach as I spy my grandchildren bounding down the ward.
I love them dearly, but I’m caught in between.
So for another day at least, I put on the act.