Trip To the Er

Enter the cavernous chamber
Met by the paperwork__you know the clipboard
Enter all this information first right here
Remember we need address, SS#__So we can trace you
Good we've got all that so now we'll treat you
Enter the little room with a I don't care nurse
Now I want to know what would equal good care
Care that would keep you coming back
Yeah! We want return visits not wellness

Room without view
Occupied by much equipment
Opposite of home's comfort
Much anxiety
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Chachere Avatar
June 21, 2010 at 8:36 PM
ah, anxiety, my worst enemy.. and if this is about you. Sara, i will send my prayers to you. ~As always a poet friend, Lynette
Culverhouse Avatar
June 19, 2010 at 3:55 PM
anxiety...at least you did not have the stones...lol
Harrison Avatar
June 19, 2010 at 3:04 PM
Ouch! I hate the ER department. I love Grey's Anatomy but only because of the handsome beefcake roaming the hall of that ER. Ha! Hope this poem is fiction. Well wishes of mine go out to you and your family after reading this poem.
Fraser Avatar
June 19, 2010 at 5:49 AM
A very different take on the emergency room Sara, I like it. Have a great weekend >> James
Nunn Avatar
June 18, 2010 at 5:35 AM
Great write, them old doctor shops are not a fun place and want all your money before they let you die? Thanks on EYES yes a rank story but a true one I will be in court next week and they will try to do the same thing to me...but no problem my lawyer is God and he will take the ruling to his court...keep me in your prayers...thanks Danny
Sweetheart Avatar
June 17, 2010 at 7:57 PM
U set a perfect scene Sara and a great Acrostic form choice to share these words.. enjoyed .. with luv Linda-Marie
Guzzi Avatar
June 17, 2010 at 4:24 PM
It's horrid I remember...when I broke my leg...I was literally holding it together with my hands & getting almost no attention, certainly no pain killers GAH!!!!! BIG HUGS!
Moore Avatar
June 17, 2010 at 4:04 PM
I understand exactly good write!
A   Avatar
June 17, 2010 at 1:59 PM
Nice one Sara, chuckles to the way you entered the E.R. and know exactly what to expect,..p.d.
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