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Gut wrenching

She called me to
tell me that she’s hospitalised
with volvulus.

That’s latin for twisted bowels.

A rare condition when
the large intestine gets
knotted up.

Happens mostly to babies.
And I am assuming also to
adults who refuse to grow up.

Which explains it.

She’s on a drip.
Can’t keep anything down.
Not even water.

Yet she has enough strength
to call me and tell me that
she wants me to cook
her favourite mutton curry
once she’s okay.

From her hospital bed.

She should be in an asylum.

But who am I to judge?
It’s not like I’m sane either.