Snippets of memories from my two weeks in Dunedin HDU in the battle to save my left leg. Poetry speaks better than words sometimes.
Theatre lights dim
Please don’t let me die, I cry,
As another dose pumps in
And then darkness.
Bright lights
Strips of ceiling
Brighten into view
As consciousness returns.
Relief fills my soul
I made it through.
I’m still here
To see another day.
[Poem by Melanie Ryding]
Melanie Magowan 