SECOND ATONIC SEIZURE

The bus journey

was a silver-green-brown-fudge

of passing images triggering me

into little blanks

Steps became spongy

downhill then uphill

seeking a destination

recently dis-remembered

I was pushing myself up from a gutter

Nothing was hurting

The dual-carriageway empty

except for two figures

heading my way. I swayed.

Frame of specs bent at the bridge

dirt on shoulder, knee, knitted beanie, no blood

Don’t try to get up, how you didn’t, how he didn’t,

dropped straight on his face, are you hurt?

Do you want an ambulance? Yes please

First a paramedic in a car, then an ambulance

We’ll take it from here

Are you sure you can walk? Yes

Arms extended like a zombie, staring at the ramp

A blank

The tentative shuffle entering A&E

Take your time
I have a medical ID card

scowl

please look at my ID

scowl

on the top of my A&E notes it has

LOOK AT THIS MAN’S MEDIC-ALERT

scowl

accepted the card

doctor told me to lie down

After some more silver-green-brown-fudge

the same man discharged me

I don’t remember anything else