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You tell us to get the morgue ready for you, we shake our head oh, don't say that we mean, its gonna be alright but how do we know that you really mean you'd rather die than feel the pain that extraordinary measures can cast on a living soul the doctors rush in and rush out everything- they say is emergent you are equal you, plus your disease, the doctor is the solution I mean the doctor has the solution but is all the pain worth it? you're at a battle with the odds not given much of an option you might as well be chained to the bed too tired to bathe too tired to sleep each breath of air an underwater cyclone trying to expand your lungs against the waves of blood you whisper, *I'm not gonna make it, I'm not gonna make it* but sir, you already have bring your dancing shoes to heaven you'll be able to breathe easy again *you've made it you're almost there*
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC
to hold the hand of a dying man
You tell us to get the morgue ready for you, we shake our head oh, don't say that we mean, its gonna be alright but how do we know that you really mean you'd rather die than feel the pain that extraordinary measures can cast on a living soul the doctors rush in and rush out everything- they say is emergent you are equal you, plus your disease, the doctor is the solution I mean the doctor has the solution but is all the pain worth it? you're at a battle with the odds not given much of an option you might as well be chained to the bed too tired to bathe too tired to sleep each breath of air an underwater cyclone trying to expand your lungs against the waves of blood you whisper, *I'm not gonna make it, I'm not gonna make it* but sir, you already have bring your dancing shoes to heaven you'll be able to breathe easy again *you've made it you're almost there*
this is a reflection on taking care of a dying patient, suffering more from his treatment than his disease.
elle-nell
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC
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