Sorry for the delay, I basically holed up in my apartment for a week to study for the second A+ certification exam – I passed with another B-! Now that I’m A+ certified, I can get on with my summer. I did so by swimming the day away with my kid.
That said, I was inspired to write this after a friend commented on my poem about medication. She called me a “tough cookie” (mmm…tough…oh wait…). I thought to myself that ain’t nothin! At that very moment, I conceived an idea for a poem. My head, being so impregnated with rhyming verbage birthed the following verse –
Medical procedures can hurt,
Notably with all the needles doctors insert.
The following words list some of my pains;
but despite the the hurt, I’ve made many gains.
Early on I was bound to a wheelchair,
now I walk freely from here to there.
One of the most painful procedures that comes to mind,
is when some nurses couldn’t find a vein and had to do a mid line.
They stuck a needle deep into my arm,
they finally found a vein from which to farm…
…the blood needed to patch a hole in my spine,
after that I felt fine!
Until the day came to remove the staples from my belly incision;
you see, I got an implant for a direct baclofen infusion.
I felt a small sting when each staple came out,
it’s a good thing I had painkillers, so I didn’t have to pout.
I raised a pretty big stink when a nurse placed an IV,
she stuck me several times before leaving it in the band of my arm, you see.
Whenever I’d bend my arm, the needle would stab and poke;
The pain I felt was very real, it weren’t no joke!
Speaking of poke, I frequently get 10 or more injections of botox;
the injections go anywhere from my arm to the place where I wear socks.
This list is certainly missing a few ouchies;
give me a break! I’ve had brain surgery, geez!