The Day My Leg Died
My leg died on a Friday when the specialists were away
In the ambulance I was alone, terrified and taken to a room in hospital with flaky walls painted a dull grey
The agonizing pain did not stop with the meds they gave me on that day
Until I was given Morphin, this worked and kept the intense pain at bay
For over a week I was prodded from head to toe
The doctor's discussing my case could not find the cause, they did not know
What ailed this 17 year old was something that had come out of the blue
None of the experts had a clue
The fever crept up and was so high
They made their decision and said I would die
There I was alone, scared and in a foreign country to top it all
A new doctor popped in to visit me later that same day
He checked my chart, then yelled at those doctors to listen to what he had to say
His diagnosis was spot on
And I am deeply grateful to have been in the care of this wise specialist
I had a massive clot in my leg; what a twist
He found the cause
And stopped the painful bed sores
My leg in traction, not free
I had been in five different wards because of five doctors who couldn't agree
Until Mr. Robert Stone came along, a special man who saved me and to whom I'm as grateful as can be!
Mr. Robert Stone - God Bless you!
Copyright © Brigitte Pace | Year Posted 2022
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