Sophies Gift

This is a poem submitted by an ambulance man whilst awaiting to take Sophie back to Bath after undergoing a necessary scan. Thanks ever so . . .

Thanks Ever So

I lay in my bed wondering what will happen next
The duty nurse, physiotherapist, neurologist,
Who's next? some forget that I can hear you all
Some talk as if I'm to be ignored.

In my mind I know what you want me to do
My brain, it registers, but I can't explain
Instead I struggle to pass the message from my brain.
Can I have something for the pain?

Please don't shout I can hear very well
I do understand but any movement is hell
If I could I really would swear
I must be patient and work hard, I will get there.

As you keep asking I do try very hard
But as you can see, I'm like a lump of lard
Every effort I make even though you can't see
Sap's all the strength and energy from me.

My body shows the task that you face
It's just, well, it won't do as I ask
But I will try very hard to be bold
And make my arms and legs do as they are told.

One thing I must tell you, which I cannot clearly
I am very grateful for you all caring for me
I know I am ill and recovery will be slow
But I will get there - Thanks ever so.

J A Johnston 24th May 2008
Ambulance Driver for Sophie