Make Haste and Time Waste


I have been cross as you can get,
Through loss of any internet;
But here the post comes into play
That I prepared for yesterday:

 

 

 

Why is it that the medical profession
Can never keep to times that they have set?
You bust a gut to get there for a session —
‘Oh, no, the doctor cannot see you yet.’

Today it was my Neuro that I raced to,
To see if I could be described as sane,
Or whether mem’ry loss could now be traced to
Some terrible defect within the brain.

At last, by this time thoroughly dejected,
To presence of the great man summoned was;
To written and some mental tests subjected,
The reason, no doubt, being, ‘Just because.’

The day and date for starters was demanded,
Well, thanks to blog, that wasn’t very hard,
To give more basic stuff was then commanded,
Which not to know would make one a retard.

Addition and subtraction, and retention
Of words to then regurgitate on cue,
Among them. ‘cat,’ ‘dog’ ‘house’ I can still mention —
I can’t forget that little lot; would you?

Identifying pictures: Elvis was among them;
Prince William there, and David Beckham too,
And Bill Clinton: right confidently sung them,
Though ‘Bend it with’ I didn’t think I knew.

And at the end of these and other teasers,
It was pronounced (with me in ecstasy)
That what I had just taken as some breezers,
The most advanced test, actually, would be.

So, there is nothing wrong with mental functions,
Except what age and meds, there, might decree;
And no suggestions of repairing junctions,
To get my thinking back in harmony.

And then, new junction box I have completed;
I finished in the darkness of the night;
Now fountain on the deck can be re-seated;
The sound of water does provide delight.

© September 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.
This entry was posted in Colonialist, DIY, Humorous rhyme, Personal Journal, Really Awful Rhyme, Rhyme and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

15 Responses to Make Haste and Time Waste

  1. Debra says:

    I wouldn’t in any way want to diminish your concerns and whatever prompted the tests in the first place, but to anyone who regularly reads your incredible posts, and what you can do with words, I think I could have pronounced you in good mental shape! But to get that news from a doctor, excellent report.

    I would want to reassure you that friends of mine with radiology treatments as you have described, have also struggled with some memory loss…and it all appeared to be temporary! I think fatigue is the greatest enemy of cognitive function, and you’re one busy grandfather. 🙂

    Like

    • colonialist says:

      Thanks for those reassuring words. Yes, there was memory loss, fatigue, and balance loss. Some of that, thanks to chemotherapy, I’ll just have to learn to live with.
      Now I have to dash out to deliver a table for use by Durban and Coast Horticultural at a fair, and then collect a batch of kids from the other side of town . . . 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

  2. jakesprinter says:

    There is no mental function as long we know about love 😊

    Like

  3. It’s good to know you are still with it

    Like

  4. SueW says:

    Disperser in correct. I once had a jokey conversation with my doctor and he went on to seriously explain that in most cases memory loss is because the mind has too much to think about and there’s too much information in there.

    I’m losing my vocabulary, I have to search hard for the words I want to use, they no longer slip off the tongue.
    Anyway, I’m glad you are okay.

    Like

  5. Well done, Col. You could probably run rings around most people. Mentally, that is. 🤣

    Like

  6. disperser says:

    I attribute the momentary inability to recall something as a sign one is the repository of voluminous knowledge.

    It not that one can’t remember; it’s that the search function necessarily takes longer as it sifts through everything one knows. And, yes; as long as one keeps learning stuff, finding stuff takes longer and longer.

    That’s my story and I’m sticking with it.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Arkenaten says:

    To save all this business of busting your guts,
    In future they should call me, I’ll tell ’em that you’re nuts.

    Memory loss is part and parcel of simply getting old,
    As long as you don’t draw a blank when they show you a Centrefold.

    Like

  8. blindzanygirl says:

    Brilliant and true!

    Like

  9. perdebytjie says:

    Being able to write such a witty verse, you definitely don’t need a neurologist!

    Liked by 2 people

You have the right to remain silent - but please don't!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s