Early morning wake up for a trip
Long planned, suddenly upon us.
A month ago this day was
A thousand years away.
Today millennia blinked an eye.

Hospital arrival through automatic doors,
Check-ins, name called
Preparation for surgery.
IVs—how many veins get blown,
Bleeding on sterilized bed-sheets,
before an OR nurse will ask for help?
(The answer is “Two”)

Anesthesiologist comes to time travel you
To the other side of the operation;
Family takes the slow path in the waiting area:
Excitement, fear; anxiety.

Recovery waking in a
Strangely familiar hospital room
Dry throat, thirsty lips
Nothing to drink until
All holes confirmed plugged.
Have a refreshing damp Q-tip instead!

Hospital days and nights blur one on another
Resting erratic naps interrupted
By medication, tests and x-rays,
Poking & prodding; beeping and buzzing.

Released finally home,
To sleep uncomfortably in your own bed,
Waiting drugged,
Liquid elixir Tylenol and Vicodin,
For the pain to stop.


4 thoughts on “Surgery

  1. Hopefully the pain will stop soon. It’s always a good reminder for me to read the experience from the other side. I am a member of nursing staff and am way to familiar with the interruptions, beeps, bells, and whistles. Thank you for the poem.

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    • Thank you for reading and commenting. I’m glad you like it. Its actually written about a surgery my wife had recently and, thankfully, most of the surgery pain is gone now. Thankfully, she had mostly excellent nurses attending her while she was in the hospital (There were a couple less than stellar examples, but they were in the minority). Thank you for all you do 🙂

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