(This one without poet license. This one with ranting license. Beware! )
In a parallel universe
I would have overslept
that day
and I would have been an hour late at work
and gotten into trouble for it
but I would have been ok.
In another parallel universe
I would not have overslept
and would have been taken to the hospital
right after the accident
instead of too late
And I would have been ok, eventually.
In yet another parallel universe,
the emergency room of the hospital
would have scolded my GP,
for sending me for x-rays ten days late
Then, they would advice me to stretch my leg
as far as possible
before putting me in a cast from hip to toe
and I would have been ok-ish, eventually.
In yet another parallel universe,
at day 13,
the hospital personal would have listened
and recognised what I said and what they saw
when they removed the cast in emergency
And I would have had a last chance, to be ok, in near-ish future
In yet another parallel universe,
at day 23,
the hospital personal would have noticed
the bruises and sores and hyper sensitive nerve endings,
after taking off the second cast
and they would have acted accordingly
And I would have been ok, after 6 months, or so.
Instead of one year later
…. and going / going / going / going …..
..
