from
a breathing slab of meat
where tubes and wires host
as gas subdues a conscious mind
to beneath the torture of today
whence superhumans, opera clad
tear learnedly of my flesh
to
post op hell of veinous fluid
coursing through every channel
now nausea owns the day
and searing pain dances it's yo-yo
of scheduled nursing's kindness dose
somewhere a pathetic whimper sounds
come on tomorrow!
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dusk arising (
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Best wishes there. Hope it's not like the pic. They look like they're preparing a Frankenstein's monster!
You're right, you've discovered my real identity. By the way, loved your cats video, it led me onto hours of similar youtube fun.
May all your tomorrows be full of relief, joy and love.
You're a very kind man. Thank you.
Currently waiting for a hernia repair 0 only diagnosed a few days ago and seeing the Consultant on Saturday so this is very apt and a fine write too.
I hope that all goes well for you and a speedy recovery. Thank you ME
Thanks dusk
Hope you feel better soon, dusk!
Thank you Christina, I'm feeling better by the day.
I could never be a surgeon, but then, I could never have been a fireman either... I was not tall enough to be the latter, when height mattered, or so it was said.... now then where was I.. oh' yes... you aint gonna forget that in a hetty are ya..... N
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