Blurring madness
Shrieking pain
Blinding light
Is this Hell?
Is this my paradise?
"Nur..." I try to say
But my voice is barely audible.
"Nuuuuurse!" I yell without
Telling myself to.
Is it the pain?
Is it what ever is pumping
In my system while
I was under the knife?
Either way, it worked.
"Pain...the pain," I tell her.
She nods and presses a button.
Before slumber overcomes
Me, I feel the sweet relief
Of Morphine.

More blinding light.
More mind shattering pain.
More...everything.
My senses and nerves are
Shooting off at everything
While other areas are
Completely numb.
This confusion is interrupted
By a can of Ginger Ale.
I drink from the straw like
A man stranded in Death Valley.
It's there,
I can feel it, but I can't taste it.
I look at the nurse who in turn
Looks at me and nods.
With a press of a button,
I'm once again taken away
On a sightless journey.

Awake, but this time in a
Different room.
The waiting room...I think.
When did I get here?
Who dressed me?
Did I dress myself?
I don't remember much of anything
Except the pain.
As if waiting for me,
The pain in my skull rushes back
To me.
Throbbing, searing,
Burning pain.
Deep breaths, Justin.
Deep breaths.
Some papers signed.
Some questions answered.
And I'm wheeled out of the doors.

Everything is a blur still but
My mind is capturing moments
Like a camera.
Almost to my mother's where
I'll rest.
Rest...
Rest sounds good.
I think I'll rest now...