Today I had a colonoscopy. I wasn’t going to do a November verse about it, because I wrote two verses on the subject last time, in November 2020 (here and here), and that seemed enough.
But I couldn’t make my mind dwell on anything else. So:
Verse 5: Colonoscopy
They only want me for my body.
Date of birth, weight, allergies –
one nurse and then another prod me,
check for signs of some disease
that make this all more complicated.
It's human, not yet automated.
Asthma, hypertension – tick,
but not enough to make me sick.
Diabetes, no. No metal
tucked away inside me. So
all good. That was a week ago.
Today as I lay semi-fetal
Peter, Georgia, Ken and crew
made video up my wazoo.
If you miss the gruesome details of what happened in the week that passes in line 12, refer to the second link above.
If you must have one, you may as well make a poem of it!! 😀 xx
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You’re right. And according to Georgia, the intern who did the main work, I won’t get another chance.
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