Op Note XIV
The antibiotics were administered and documented. She had no allergies, just adverse reactions. Nothing that could kill her. But sometimes that’s even worse. Half truths and white lies would water her eyes. Bright lights sent her scrambling for the dark. Unrequited love turned her into a flower that refused to bloom. She mistrusted poems. She had rules and expectations. When she sneezed she accepted no blessings. Never kiss her without saying goodbye. Or text “love you” without the I. Her skin was super sensitive. She couldn’t be scrubbed, only caressed. She asked that we respect her wishes. Nothing more, nothing less. Handle with care. Turn the music down. We paused before we incised.