Andrew Polk
Endo9d (Details)

(2016)    Archival inkjet on paper     23½"H x 20"W

10     More Morphine

He heard himself say, "More morphine", in response to the question.

Disoriented, confused, grasping at anything that would help him through the fog. Gradually realizing that he was hurting all over. They had told him it would not hurt, but it did hurt. It hurt terribly. Coming out of the sedation was like awakening in a fire while being too f----d up to comprehend.

"Can you double the dose?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Thank you."