Spinal Fluid
'Spinal Fluid' is a poem I wrote while I was visiting my grandfather in the hospital. He needed to get a spinal tap done for testing. Here's my perspective on the situation.

Me, being the a little too interested medical student i am, asked to watch you get your lumbar puncture done.
You’ve been in the hospital for almost a week now.
You’ve went through at least 5 bags of saline fluid.
It seems like the clearest liquid on the face of the earth.
The doctor instructed me to gown up.
I sat and watched as he put the iodine solution on your back
then the sterile dressing
then the needle goes in and out of your back
you move in pain
my mother watches you cry
the first time i think i’ve ever seen you cry
you didn’t even cry the night i was ready to end my life and stuck in a psych ward
i know They’re just taking precautions
but it worries me they’ll find something completely wrong and it will completely fuck up your chance of getting the brain lesion biopsied
The fluid starts to drip out of the needle and as the great Neil Hilborn said “Fluid so clear it couldn’t possibly be from anywhere but outer space.”
Yet the fluid in the IV bag is nothing compared to the fluid spilling from your back.
I watch the doctor collect the four vials of it he needs.
Only three are actually needed.
The last one is in case they want another test.
I’m praying these test show good.
The results are back
i’m sorry
the biopsy’s canceled
there’s nothing we can do
Please get some rest
please eat
goodnight.
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