Preview: Life Raft

Bed S has a bird’s eye view of a golf course where MDs of every specialty (a medical conference is in town) go about their business of recreational rounds. From time to time, S.’s IV drip, which she calls her hour glass, either runs dry or otherwise malfunctions, causing the physicians’ surrogates, the patient monitors affixed to a pole, to throw a fit that should summon an RN. S.’s respite from post-op pain is out the window, again. Chair G buzzes for help. Bed S is in tears; and the tears continue to flow after a nurse announces that painkillers have not been ordered—nor will they be. Outside, the well remunerated healers may as well be on the moon. The hour glass is refilled.

Théodore Géricault, Raft of the Medusa (1819)
Robert Smithson, A heap of language (1966)