Headache, that’s all he’s been saying all day. I can’t help him, this is his problem. How on earth am I supposed to find a solution? I’m not a doctor, it could be anything. “Headache!” he shouts, there he goes again, blooming headache. If he doesn’t stop he’ll be giving me a headache. And then, a moment of inspiration; I shout out, “Migraine, it’s migraine.” I can hear the excitement in his voice, “Yes, it fits, that’s th...
At work, this morning and the phone rings. I know who it is before I pick it up. It's Sunday, so there is only one other department open today. The Front Office. I pick up the phone, and before I can even say anything, the panic pours out of the receiver......"Oh my God! Mrs. Smith is staying in unit 146c and needs some extra blankets right away." I say good morning and explain that I didn't have any blankets yesterday an...
Empathetic openness sucks in the roaring energy The sensitive dark mind explodes with rings of color The night is spent in migraine The after-world is timid and cold This world and its men are too harsh for me Without a word they scream and rage Where can I hide from them They even chase me into my dreams I wish my soul had calluses Hard skin to protect me from the tension Blinders to protect me from the faces of men A qu...
