Medical Musical Mutters


I scan do!

(S)Canned Music

(Sung in a mournful minor key)


I must now relate

Once more had a date
For that awful fate
To sit there and wait
For jabs of some dye
To take hold, is why,
Until I could lie
For scans bye and bye.

Before, came more jabs,
Creating some scabs,
While blood the nurse nabs
To test in the Labs;
Then had to take drink
(For an hour, I think,)
Until on the brink
Of flushing down sink.

And, once in that maw,
How I do adore
To lie in the raw
(Just gown me before);
Machine clanks and creaks,
The noise me quite freaks —
Becoming antiques,
Such fate one now seeks.

At times, not to breathe
Instructions receive,
And you won’t believe
How that make one grieve!
While holding back urge
To scratch on . . . one’s verge;
Suppressing a surge
Of sputum to purge.

But it is such fun
To hear, in long run,
‘That’s it, you are done,’
And out comes the sun;
Two different machines
Had these kinds of scenes,
One: CT had means,
And one: X-ray leans.

Tomorrow, guess what?
Appointment I’ve got
It is my sad lot —
Look forward, I’m not —
The Neuro to see
For his third degree,
And then drip to be
Injected in me.

(Switching to a merry major)

But lest it forefend
I go round the bend
I should only tend
To go back at end
Next month for a new
Appointment to do,
And then, it is true,
No scans to pursue.

© June 2019 Colonialist

About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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12 Responses to Medical Musical Mutters

  1. Arkenaten says:

    So nothing portentous doth loom,
    And you’ll soon be out of the gloom
    A nice thought to hold,
    And if I may be so bold,
    It’ll be a while yet before you’re entombed.

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  2. Widdershins says:

    Nicely poem-ised. 😀 … I wish you patience, lots of patience. 🙂

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  3. That machine looks very much like the machine that I had to get shoved into / under, whatever it is they did with me, every day for 6 weeks, weekends excepted,.and I had to be there every morning at 0700 hours, which meant my leaving home and going by bus at 0600 hours.
    Would be nice to be able to forget all about those weeks

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  4. equinoxio21 says:

    Very good. As a former US President said: “Yes, we scan!”

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