I wrote the following poem based on an event that happened while Lynn was a patient in the hospital. I recognized changes beginning to occur that indicated he was heading for trouble with his medical condition. I tried to alert the medical team that something wasn’t right, but they insisted, based on lab reports, that my gut feelings had to be wrong. They would not heed my warnings became reality and my husband moved to intensive care.
Something is Different. Something is Not Right. Listen to Me.
Something is different.
Didn’t you hear that? Don’t you see the difference?
It’s not the same.
Something is wrong. Something has changed.
Trust me, I know. I can tell.
It’s not right.
I don’t care that his lab work is normal.
I don’t care that he looks good to you.
I don’t care that you’re an expert in illness.
I am the expert in him.
In our world of daily living, we are one.
I know when something is wrong.
I know his every breath.
I know what every sound he makes means.
I know where every pimple, pink spot, dark bruise, or open tear appears.
I know his smells-good and bad.
I know his body temp-good and bad.
I know his moods-good and bad.
I recognize changes-good and bad.
Just like any artisan working his craft,
I am the artisan giving healing in his life.
I know him.
I know what works and what doesn’t.
I know how best to apply healing to work.
You need my help.
I keep you from making mistakes.
I stop your assumptions that harm.
I am your partner, not your enemy.
Use ME.
Something is different. Something is not right.
Listen. To. Me.
Something
Is
Wrong.
