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A Stitch In Time

Poetry By: ben hardstaff
Poetry


THIS IS A POEM I WROTE ABOUT MAJOR SUGERY I HAD RECENTLY. REPLACEMENT VALVE AND HERNIA SURGERY...SHOULDN'T THIS HAPPEN WHEN YOU'RE A PENSIONER??


Submitted:Nov 5, 2010    Reads: 138    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   


A Sitch In Time

I lie beside the scalpels,

As nurses and surgeons

With beautiful minds

Make five precise incisions,

To free imprisoned maladies.

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They nip and snip, and gently tuck,

Then slowly stitch, and zip me up.

I'm fine and fixed.

A box is ticked.

The dotted lines are signed.

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On coming round

I'm slowly rolled

Toward thoracic wards,

Where cannulas and catheters

Sustain and drain the healing hordes.

-

Hernia surgery hurts.

Distracted nurses irk and work me up.

When woken up, i curse and tut,

As miniature pill-filled paper cups

Toward my thirsty mouth are thrust.

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"Medication time...Medication time...!"

Pulses race and temperatures rise.

Slowly, lips begin to sip on bittersweet solutions,

Which numb the sharp and crippling pain

Whilst others aid ablutions.

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"Check vital signs...Check vital signs...!"

Temperature, pressure and pulse.

It's 2 and 6 and 10 and then

At 2 and 6 and 10 again.

The sister's circles never end.

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Internal stitches, morphine itches,

Stomachs lay distended.

Stop the clocks!

Eyelids fall...

My soul by sleep befriended.

-

Sixty seconds while away

'Til dreamy scenes release me,

To sixty hours wide awake,

A mental hell...

For heavens sake!

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Moans and groans,

and snoring tones -

A thousand beeps surround.

These are now, and ever to be

The hospital's signature sounds.





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