The unmistakable chime of a monitor echoes
Intruding into darkness
Awareness creeps up like a shy kitten
Mewling
I feel chest tubes
Painlessly weird
Opening my eyes I see the nurses’ station
So many devices and displays
It’s like an aircraft control tower
I look at the nurses
They’re looking back at me solicitously
I close my eyes
To dream of other cities and waking up there
A tour of unspoken words
I wake up in every city I’ve ever been in
Slowly drifting in and out of dreamplaces
Places that don’t quite make sense
Finally, I wake up here and I’m present
Alive
There’s less pain than I thought there’d be
But pain is present
I remember I’ve had a heart defense
Accounting for the lines attached to my body
Pings and chimes provide an otherworldy background soundtrack
A nurse comes over
Introduces herself
She shares the name Lisa with my sister
Which bodes well, I think
So did my mother she tells me later
I am extubated, the breathing tube taken out
The first unmooring of several
Breathe in, hold it, exhale
Slip slide upthroating relief slices through incipient nausea
I struggle to catch my breath
I do
Settling into consciousness I am wide awake as possible
Given the circumstances
I survey the lines and tubes attached to my body
I am unsure how many other patients there are on the ward
The man next to me is a loud talker
Voice booming out like a sideshow barker
Somehow I drift back into sleep
Until two patients across the room go into distress
One is a code blue
Gowned shapes appear, passing the foot of my bed
Until they cluster on the far side of the ward
Their ministrations succeed and the chimes stop
For a few moments there is peace
Rare peace
A time that I have come to
In this place
Where I awake
David Trudel © 2013