who is beeping now?

“Whoever has fourteen, her bag is done.”

“I’m in ten can I get a check?”

This is her first dose. “If you feel anything like rash

redness, shortness of breath let me know. Or, if anything changes.

do you want a warm blanket? are you cold?”

“No, I’m fine. Weren’t you going home?”

Then she said “I am a finisher.”  She asked “how do you like the white noise?”

He asked “can you give me a printout of the medication profile?”

“this rituximab has to be in the line. are you ok?”

“nausea is coming and going.”

Out in the station the helpful nurse in the dark blue scrubs said

“12 has the vitals of a teenager.”

I don’t miss the days when I was a kid

but still it is swell to have the vitals of a teen.

My bag is done. I can go soon.

Get out of this room.

oh Lord, oh my, another room tomorrow.

I’m getting ready.

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About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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