I lay in my hospital bed now for nearly four months and I hardly knew night from day. This could have happened to anyone but it had to happen to me. I vaguely remembered how I sustained a
nasty fall in the bath at my own home. If my grandson was not visiting me that day, I would not have been here. Funny though, I was doing the unthinkable at the time. I had seen a partner of mine doing the ‘skank’! It was all in my head! I was what people call, ‘prime’!
Yes, I was in my prime. In my ‘parts of the woods,’ I was an old man trying a ‘thing!’ For sure, I did try out a sort of dance, a skank – that is what it was. This was all I could remember as I sit here watching the people around me, come and go. I am thankful to be alive, but after that day I was disoriented.
As I recalled, (and my memory seems to be coming and going), the last thing I vaguely remembered was my grandson saying, “Papa, you going to make it. I promise you everything will be alright. You will see.” I must have been in a bad way. I wondered what happened to George and the other boys. They did the ‘skank’ and not one of them ended up where I am today.
Anyway, I must have fallen asleep and when I awoke, I was so thankful. Someone kept putting droplets of water to my lips. This was from some sort of a huge block of ice. I was so thirsty but I keep remembering how close I had come to that other kind of sleep – death of course. Not me and that ‘skank’ again.
