“That’s fantastic. That’s magnificent,” he exclaims as he fingers the cobalt blue medicine box she has handed him.
Has he never seen a double rainbow?
Has he never seen a baby smile for the first time?
Has he never seen a sunrise after a dark night of the soul?
Well, these phenomena are just gas based illusions.
His medicines may make him solid.
I try to remove my look of disdain. It’s down to my left pinky nail as he finishes effusively thanking the box and looks at me.
I wonder if the medicine makes him see or see right through me.
“Gas dreams and x-ray vision… A nurse shouldn’t think such things,” she admonishes herself gently putting the rest of the pill boxes away.