In my mind I could
Not risk being seen
Up at the clinic.
I did not mean
Any particular person.
When I went to a n e
With an allergic reaction
My parents phoned Fred
As froggies friends ......
Texted someone and
Eventually news
Reached my parents
Before we even got home.
Two degrees of separation.
It was so embarrassing.
I'm mildly allergic to ....
Since when ay?
I felt I could do
Nothing in peace.
My plan to escape would
Fall through I feared
If I was at the clinic
More than once and caught.
All in all when
It all went pear shaped...again...
I was actually better waiting
Around in the ward
Than at my grans.
Because she ran
Back and forth
All night some nights.
I phoned the paramedics
In the middle of the night
When I had work,
The approaching morning.
It was exhausting.
And that was just the beginning.
My Mum would have
Had to have been more
Than a martyr to try
And cope with Gran alone
When she was going downhill.
I only had a small taster
Of what was to come.
Gran was a hardened alcoholic.
She was not the nicest
If she discovered her
Bottle was running short.
My ol'mum rationed it.
She had no choice.
My Gran would definitely
Have went into withdrawal
If it stopped abruptly.
It was riskier stopping
Than rationing it out.
Everyone understood that.
Her life after my Grandad
Was not of high quality.
My poor old Gran.
In later stages she
Nearly got knocked down,
If it was not for a
Quick triggered neighbour
Spotting her on
A mad dash to the shop.
I had my mind set and
Thought my only
Option was to leave, move away.
Failure to me, was coming back.
The grass is not greener after all.
I should not have seen it that way.
A gap year would have been bliss.
If I had not made the
Amateurs mistake of
Cutting my tablet for energy.
Hindsight is a b!tc* nevermind karma.