Side Swiped

She was manic, busy and energetic – clearly loving her work.  Her time running out and my appointment at least 30 minutes late.

I sat there feeling guilty for wasting precious time of this very busy woman.

Trying to access my files on her computer

Asking a colleague for help  to make my documents visible and finally achieving it.

A pause  from her suggested something may be up, but she had her game face on, and no emotion showed – a good sign I thought.

Her questions, my answers all appeared to tick the “you are healthy” box.

“So lets check that echocardiogram” she said.

Alone I sat in the  room with examination bed and curtain at one end.  Messy desk  topped with artificial hearts, papers, stethoscope and cup of tea at the other end.  Cream walls.

Waiting seemed like forever – I practiced my apology for wasting her time

The door flew open and the words “you are in serious trouble” spilled out, followed by “you have severe heart disease”.  She loomed over me explaining exactly what she had seen on the echocardiogram, but I heard nothing.  Those words “severe heart disease” echoing inside my brain.

What! When? How? Why?  Visibly shocked.

I am a fitness instructor, how could  this be. I cycle, run, exercise for leisure and for occupation.

“Did you have rheumatic fever when you were young” she asked.  “I have no idea” I mumbled

Diagnosis – Rheumatic Heart Disease

Within an hour, I was a patient.  I work with patients.

Within an hour, I was prescribed medication.  I never take pills.

Within an hour,  my life changed.

Three words side swiped me – Disease, Patient, Medication

Prepare for valve replacement surgery

After paying for the consultation, I sat in my car feeling totally alone

How do I tell my family?

 

 

 

 

Short Story

Early for me, but not others

as I pedal my 30km circuit

watching the action unfolding for a new day

Sun just starting to warm the day, but cold air hits hard as head wind tests my stamina.

Sand rustled up by wind catches my breath and salt from wave spray stings my eyes.

Seagulls fight over dead fish washed up on beach, a gift from the ocean

People on the hunt for the best coffee house

Where coffee is the stimulus for conversation

Some absorb daily newspaper – mostly bad news

I am moving at supersonic speed, in my head

Realistically a slow pace hard up against that unforgiving head wind

I look forward to the turn round, where the wind becomes my ally and gifts me a quick return home.

 

 

Let the scene write itself

Mangaia

Draped in light caught through Ironwood trees

Branches hang limply, long needles entangled

and some fall to shield earth

A soft hue meanders over church of old

Monuments to the dead scatter surrounding edges

Looking further back to what remain

of traditions long gone

Rubble reminds me of past ceremonies

where descendants once gathered

A bone of an ancestor lies abandoned

caught between the then and now

Apprehension grabs my solar plexus

As I wonder who this bone was?

My writing space

My space to write

Is where I feel comfortable

Where inspiration and creativity explode into words

Where I can pluck the gift of wisdom, catch ideas, harness knowledge and life experience

And turn them into verse

I am a hunter and gatherer of thoughts, notions and ideas

Jotted on snippets of paper, used parking tickets, napkins and collected to remember the moment

Then gifted to any one who wants to read

My space to write is everywhere