It's crazy how just one message can change your whole mood.
"They're intubating me,
hopefully only for five days,
don't tell your mom,
I'll see you soon".
Almost a month of this medical misery,
waking up each day in my own form of atrophy.
Scratch until my skins raw,
blood under my nails,
didn't feel that at all.
It all happened so fast we didn't have a plan,
caught up in the middle of this disaster first hand.
It's all new,
this fall sweater of numbness and terrible news.