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Show 332 I Have Hit Someone I am coming awake more and more and the giant Versed eraser is slowly dragging behind my increasing consciousness, stealthily effacing the past hours as I progress into the future. There is, however, a trace image, a reflection, a snapshot ofthe past night and while it is not clear in memory, the image is disturbing to me as I position its content into reality and I question the nurse who has just come into my room. "Is it possible that I hit someone last night?" I ask. I had been startled. Maybe someone had dropped dinner trays in front of my door, or perhaps there had been a sudden jolting of my bed by an inexperienced nurse. I do not remember the source ofthe startle. I do not remember why I am in the ICU instead of in my usual room in the step-down ICU. I do recall that the nurse on duty, unfamiliar with me, was slow in pushing the Versed. Slow and counting out loud to me just how much she was administering as she pushed it through my IV I do not remember past 750. Then, a snapshot: I am sitting on the edge of my bed at home, wondering why the lights are not where they should be. But it does not matter because I need to go to the bathroom and since my wheelchair is so far away from the bed, which it should not be, I sink from my bed to the floor and crawl, on my hands and knees. It is not far from my place in our bed to our bathroom. |
