When I was a kid, 6 or so, I had a serious blood disease.
Real sick.
Nill by mouth for months.
Fed by drips, in both arms.
Staked out, arms wide open, huge needles attached to tubes….
I know what it's like to be crucified.
Day they took those fucking tubes out, I rolled onto my stomach, to sleep, and I never to been able to sleep otherways.
The drips were huge, like knitting needles,
They have to be changed, or they bind to your tissue.
Everyday, Three times a day, they put these things in to my arms.
Trainee nurse, go do the drip for me….
Messed up bad, I was screaming, because I knew she done it wrong.
Lots of times before, you see?
Doctor turns up, and screams..
And the first time I ever heard anyone swear,
"you've turned his arm into fucking mincemeat"