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My Ct Scan

>Cool at Ipswich Hospital today.
I went for  CT scan result.  I say.
High up in the maternity block.
I shared a lift with an empty bed.
Considered laying, resting me head.
Porter smiled, and motioned no with his head.

On the second floor that bed went out.
Now I had room to move about.
Then on the sixth floor,a bed with patient in.
Had priority over all within.
Of course I had to get out.
I did with no fuss, there was no doubt.

Been there, done that bed in a lift.
All give way, beds, rule the day.
And in the lift.  They do I say.
Finally I got in again, and upwards, lift did go again.
Then at  last I reached the floor.
I knew as I'd been there before.

But all was strange, it was to me.
Not the same as before, you see.
Inquiring of the staff just so.
They smiled and said, 'you want the floor below.'
That was the one I vacated for that bed.
As they have priority as I have said.

I thanked them there, grinned and then did say.
'My short-term memory thingy is working today.'
They all smiled as I walked away.
I knew then it would be one of them days.
Back to the lift.  I did go.
With all my worldly goods you know.

I always take them to hospital you know.
Why oh why, I don't know.
Getting out at floor 6.
I know my mind needed to be fixed.
As this is the floor.  I gave way.  Instead.
To that patient in a bed.  I should stayed there Instead.

Better had I laid  down on that first empty bed.
I jumped the gun a bit, you know.
As Junior doctors are on strike just so.
I took them two of my big umbrellas. 
As they were standing out in such bad weather.
Told them leave with reception.
I'll collect tomorrow on reflection.

Finally got booked in at last.
Reception had not my name, what a task.
Asked me, 'who I was going to see?'
I replied, 'I don't know, no one told me.'
Told them.  'They spoke on the phone.
Cancelled tomorrow for me alone.

No name of Doctor was given to me.
Could be under my umbrella you see.
I had the second waiting room all to me.
So no one saw me drink my decaff coffee.

People now are coming in here.
In  pairs.  They seem to appear.
I'm sitting quietly on my own.
It still is quiet, as I'm alone.
Today,five nature visits, I have made.
Furosemide in working well today.

CT scan was clear, you'll be pleased hear.
I was, but got to come back next year. 
Have the same things all again.
And if clear, won't be here again.
But that's not exactly the truth, you see.
As there's lots more wrong with me.

But of that Cancer,there is no-more-in-me.(TmA)<

Copyright © Stanley Harris | Year Posted 2016

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