Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

The Dreaded Doctor's Visit

Other people are chatting.
I am not.
Some are pretending to read.
Ha!  As if you could
In a doctor’s office.

I am sixty-six, and still do not want to be here.
Because of my fear of a prick, a shot, an I.V.
It takes a long time to get over these things.
I am not over them yet.

They call my name.  Crap!
I just sat down, take someone else
I silently think.
But partly glad that I will not have to dread it any longer.

Everyone else looks up, relieved it is me being led and not them.
A few smile along my route.
I want to stick out my tongue, but I catch myself.
I head in to meet my doom, and face the lying weight machine.


I see the doctor. She mentions pills.
Then she remembers my stomach problems, so she cheerfully says
“It’s a shot for you!”

Ouch!
Oh, you’re a bleeder, the nurse says. “A big bleeder.”
Come here, and let me show you, I think.

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Lawrence Sharp July 12, 2018 at 1:56 AM Too few people appreciate that the rigors of everyday life can be expressed very artfully. You've got it down cold here. Caren Krutsinger July 12, 2018 at 10:37 AM Thank you Lawrence. I was sitting in the doctor's office, and boom! They called my name. It was uphill from there.

Anisha Dutta July 11, 2018 at 8:05 PM Not only I am afraid of injection, but also avoid Doctor till I am compelled to visit. Caren Krutsinger July 12, 2018 at 12:46 AM Believe me, I was compelled! Sore shoulder for two weeks. Tendons.

Arturo Michael July 11, 2018 at 1:38 PM I can't stand a prick of the needle myself...Nice one Caren Caren Krutsinger July 12, 2018 at 12:46 AM Thank you Arturo. I had written half of one word when the nurse came to get me.