Level Seven

Today with this reblog, my hospitalisation story, in poems from three years ago continues …



Level Seven


I’m here on level seven

I might nearly see heaven

Suddenly the silent wall slaps me hard

With a soul shattering boom

My heart recites to me, her tune of doom

A building of gray bricks

Comes crashing down on me

I’m crying remorseful tears

‘Twas her hospital for thirty years

We would always either be home or here

Backwards and forwards

Short visits, long stays

Inside out, upside down

Wounded hopes, broken dreams

Decades of her gracious courage, never undenied

Now I lay on her memories, here she died


Ivor Steven (c) 2018

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

69 thoughts on “Level Seven”

  3. I understand how you feel. I feel exactly the same when I have to go back to the hospital where Graham died. You remember all those out patient visits, the inpatient stay, the tests the chemo and his room which overlooked the car park. No getting away from it.

    You need to focus on you, leave the past where it belongs. For now just rest, let them look after you and get yourself better. 🙂 xx

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      2. Yes I lots of chat and warm hearts, and thanks for your beautiful card, I hope you was going a longer reply, but I started crying, just Ivor, being Ivor 🙄😂

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  4. It’s tough, I know. I remember the first time I went to the hospital where my mother spent time and where she died and passing the room she was in the last time. I almost didn’t get off the elevator. Remember the good memories Ivor and concentrate on getting better.

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  9. I feel what you are going through dear friend. My first wife was in and out of the hospital the last year of her life. Many hours spent with her in the ER and then a room. She was a nurse and knew the codes they used in the wall boards. She was suffering from idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis and had trouble breathing. The chart code was DIB for difficulty in breathing. She worked in a nursing home and there all the nurses said it meant Dead In Bed. FTD meant Fixin To Die. Nurse dark humor I guess. Hope you feel better soon Ivor. You are in my prayers. 😊

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    1. Yes, I think it’s important to keep the humour up. I’m going home soon, but my treatment is to be continued at home, via a hospital in the home services, and the the community nurse comes to my house. I’m feeling ok, but super tired. Hopefully I’ll get a good sleep tonight. Thanks old friend 😊

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      4. I’m home now Walt, a little bit of tidying before the nurse comes in the morning and then I’m off to bed, It’ll be 8.30pm, and I’m tiring quickly, nite, nite my friend.

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      6. Hi Walt, it’s 2.45am, and I’ve had a very confused sleep, I’ve been hot and cold and hallucinating, so many drugs have been pumped into my system !! Just now I feel I’m settling down and hopefully I can get a few more hours sleep. Catch you later mate 😉 when the nurse comes with more antibiotics !! 😉

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    1. Thank you Arlene … they were flashback memories while I laying there … but overall I felt strengthened but those associations from the past … 😃💛☺💕

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  21. Oh! I see I commented on this blog some time ago.
    Such tough memories. But, I’m so glad you have remained strong. And when you share your feelings so many of can relate. You help us and what we are going through. Thank you!
    ❤ and (((HUGS)))

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    1. Thank you Carolyn for your kindness back then .. it’s hard to explain .. but all of those comments I received in hospital were important to me, and definitely helped me throughout my recovery ❤️‍🩹
      Especially during my 3 weeks of “isolation” 🌏😊💕

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      3. Yes, I’ve been “there”…I remember especially when I was going through cancer…everyone’s words here on WP were so helpful and comforting and inspiring to me. 🙂
        We can carry people’s good words with us in our minds and hearts so no matter we go…we are never alone. 🙂

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