Walking into the hospital felt like a draining experience, like reality wasn’t real and I completely misunderstood what was going on. My brain only able to process seeing her face and hearing her voice even though we was already told by doctors that reality wasn’t quite here anymore and we had prepare ourselves for the lady who was laying in the middle of the ward wasn’t the lady we might once of remembered. Now that was a comment i didnt process at all, not until the nurse walked us into the ICU and I heard the nurse call out her name, shaking a lady in what looked like the most important and serious ward she was alone in a special ward made in the middle of ICU I didn’t quite make it to her bed side at first because once my eyes did meet the lady in the bed,well reality really did hit me and I ran, I just ran away…
I guess that is the great part of life. Seeing things and misunderstanding what is really going on because your brain cannot process it. That’s something a lot of us carry on in life with us.
To be continued.
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