In Mueang Narai Hospital (August 2014)
Never sicker I told my young Thai doctor;
he may have made a note but said nothing.
Three days later, even worse, I’m sitting
on the edge of narrow bed unable to touch
the floor, and getting a bed bath by a nurse
while Chunky’s 18 year-old daughter keeps
me from falling. My head lolls from side to side.
I know this room, but not the rooms on floors
above or below. A hundred feet outside there’s
mini mart selling Lays and things I know,
but otherwise I am lost. Illness and death
are contractions, a getting smaller and smaller.
Never sicker I tell my Thai doctor on his rounds.
But when I try to throw words around how I feel
I say it’s the agony index to this illness I can’t
bear. His English is fine. He looks down at me.
Maybe he understands me, maybe not,
but he says nothing.
Lays potato chips. They are the same as in the US and almost a synonym for snack food.
This is a small hospital in Lopburi which is about an hour from Chong Khae.