The Absurdities of Life

The Absurdities of Life

The nurses were dripping sweat.
The doctors had an urgent pained look.  

The patient severely short of breath.  
The husband passed by weeping, crying.

A suffocating atmosphere inhabited by scrubs, sweat, tension.  
Inside the trauma bay the patient heaves heavily on a non-rebreather mask.
Lines ran down her chest, monitors beeping, scrawling hills and valleys in green glowing lines that indicated life.
Phones ring, doctors shouting orders, the husband was lead away into the waiting room.


I looked on.  
Red filled my eyes.  
Blood spewed from her mouth like a water fountain.  


A suction tube fought against the red waves.  


She looked tired.  
The staff fought on.  
The air was tense.  

Everybody worked like ants swarming over the bed, pushing drugs, drawing blood.  
She didn’t look good.  
The husband was brought in to see his wife.  
A snapshot of his beloved, spouting blood.  
What a horrible sight.  
He gasped and cried and was led away.

Angry voices on the phone demanding more help.  
A triage nurse looked distraught.  
Was this more than the ER could handle?  

Then the dreaded green snake slithered across the screen.  
Hissing a monotonous  beep.  
Hands pushed on the chest.
Hair goes flying.  
Up.  Down.  Up.  Down.
A tube goes down her throat, a person bags.  
Every two minutes a new person pounds on her chest.  
Rhythmically as time ticked away…

         …5 minutes
                                 …10 minutes
                                                           …20 minutes
                                                                                      …30 minutes…

Husband was brought back into the room.  
A horrific sight.
Look, everything that could possibly be done was being done.  

He turned away crying, quivering on his unsteady legs.
“I’m going to miss her so much.”  

He didn’t even get a chance to say good bye.
There was no time. 

My heart twisted.
I wished there were more we could do.  

                                                                                                                           …35 minutes

All was quiet.  
It was all over.  
Someone who was loved had passed away.
Someone who was loved was left to stay.

I looked at the stretcher behind me.
A young lady who had tried to kill herself.
Without a second thought.
A young lady who could be blossoming with life but did not want it…
                                                                           …and an elderly lady who clung onto life till the very end but could not have it.

If there was an explanation then it wouldn’t be called


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