Are you God?

I think I should have died today. Last night I had the strangest feeling that my world was going to end, so I think it was planned for me to go. Not being brought back to life after the accident. No, it’s all wrong. Unless plans have been changed and I am now meant to live. I guess that’s the case.

I think I freaked the poor ambulance guy a little when I called him God. He sort of just laughed a bit and got back on with his job.
“No mate,” he said
“You haven’t left us yet”.
I’m sure I was meant to. Absolutely sure.

Oh well. Must mean the big guy has something else planned for me. Maybe I’m going to invent something fantastic, cure some disease, save the world? That would be awesome! I wonder what I will do? Hmm… I must change my life then, because it’s pretty boring at the moment. Nothing significant enough for my death to be delayed. Not that I want to die. No way. I want to live and find Miss Right, have a family, travel the world. Hell, I just want to go to the concert next weekend.

We’re moving now. I’ve just been loaded into the back of the ambulance. Off to hospital we go. But I feel pretty good actually, well better than I thought anyone would have after an accident like mine. And I can move my fingers and toes, arms and legs- much to my paramedics disgust.
“Just lay still.” he keeps telling me.
“Try not to move too much. We’ll be at the hospital soon.”

Have you ever thought what the world looks like when you are flat on your back. It’s a completely different perspective. The roof of an ambulance, maybe they should pay more attention to cleaning it, this one is pretty grotty. But I suppose most people who travel in the back of one of these don’t really get the chance to study the ceiling, or are too blinded by the really bright lights. I wonder what the rest of the ambulance is like. I’ve never been in one before but if I tried to sit up and look, I’m sure the ambo guy would strap me to the gurney so I couldn’t move. Maybe a peek…

Too late. Arriving at the hospital now. Finally out from under the bright light. For all of a second! More bright lights along the corridor of the emergency department. Where are my sunglasses when I need them? Lights, ceiling, lights, ceiling, lights, ceiling. Gees this perspective is getting very repetitive. Oh something new, a face…

“Are you God?”

Nope, only a nurse. “…Just going to shine a light in your eyes…”. Has anyone ever got permanent eye damage before from all these lights?

Let’s try focussing on something else. Ok, noises. Beep…beep…beep…beep… That’s actually therapeutic. I know my heart is beating so it’s a very positive noise. Beep…beep… … … Oh what happened to the beeps? Phew, they’re back now…

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep…

“Are you God?”.
“Yes, my son, I am.”.

Are you God?

Sarah Donoghue

Orange, Australia

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