Brigitte Pace Poet Rhyme

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!

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Gordon Mcconnell March 26, 2024 at 10:59 PM Such a fine piece of writing Brigitte, you tell this story so well and so glad Dr Stone came to your rescue. If not we would not know of your gifted pen. I've lovely memories of your beautiful island, hope all is well, blessings,Gordon

Deb M November 17, 2022 at 11:20 PM Wow what a terrible experience Brigitte with a good outcome thanks to Dr Stone. To be alone in another country would have been so frightening. Your poem/story is written so well and I wanted to give you a cuddle when I read it. Hope you are doing well….Debx Brigitte Pace June 5, 2023 at 9:29 PM Thank you Deb. I just saw your comment since I haven't been here for a while. My apologies.

Ann Peck October 27, 2022 at 4:46 PM That's scary, and mis-diagnosis, or no diagnosis, happens way too often. Hope you're better now! Brigitte Pace October 28, 2022 at 12:24 AM Hi Ann. There is no cure for the dvt I had. I have a constant reminder of it with one very swollen leg for life. What bothers me most is that I cannot stand for more than a few minutes before the leg feels heavy as it swells.