Premonition

Days in bed.  Awful days.  The coughing is made more terrible by the accident, the many multiple broken bones.  My mind grows very, very dark and goes places new to me.  I cannot help but to be disturbed.  I should see a doctor, people say, but I am afraid of doctor’s.  Before the accident.  I never went.  They seem nothing to me but bad news.  But I may have to break down and go.

I was strong and fine.  Now I’m not.  The mind can be terrible.  This can only be a premonition of hell.