Monday, August 3, 2009

Earflaps, Hubcaps and Mousetraps

I wrote a poem. I've written poems before -- anyone remember 'Twas the Night Before Transfer?. I've also rewritten classic stories such as Snow White. Clearly, I shouldn't quit my day job.

What is this new poem about? The surgeon who removed my gallbladder. Actually, it's as much about the whole adventure as it is about any particular surgeon. But it still cracked me up anyway.

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Ode to the Minimally Invasive Surgeon

How do I feel about my defective gallbladder?
My friends, it was worse than wrestling a death adder
It made me unhappy, not just mad, but much sadder
And when it was gone, I have never been gladder

Well, we ripped the bitch out, it was heaved, tossed, evicted
The sweet relief that I felt was even more than predicted
Oh the pain that the little bastard inflicted
Had me straight on the road to being pain-drug addicted

So, you ask, oh Leah, what could really be worse?
What could be so bad that you think it's a curse?
What would make you wish you were carted off in a hearse?
What could make you feel pain so bad it's perverse?

It's a stone! A gallstone! Stuck in your bile duct
I am here to tell you that WOW how it sucked
I was in so much pain that I bucked and I clucked
I writhed and I moaned, I even upchucked

So, my friends, if you feel that your insides are urgin'
If you find yourself having meals then immediately purgin'
Don't be a wuss, unless you're a surgery virgin
Run! Don't walk! To your nice, friendly surgeon!

He's capable of so much, many things he can fix
He'll do what you need, even remove your appendix
He's got all kinds of talents in his big bag of tricks
With a flick of his scalpel, he'll provide a quick fix!

What's your problem? A hernia? A rectal prolapse?
Well, pull yourself up by those proverbial bootstraps
No need for earflaps, hubcaps or mousetraps
Go see your nice surgeon, he can help you perhaps

What's got you down? A bout of ulcerative colitis?
That's far more painful than having just sinusitis
It even sucks more than enduring gastritis
When your surgeon is done, you will feel like King Midas!

He'll fix you up right with his surgery skills
He'll save you from living on narcotic pills
No longer you'll need endure the battle of wills
He'll release you from all those pain-addled dunghills

Yes, a Minimally Invasive Surgeon is your friend, there's no doubt
He'll make you want to get on a rooftop and shout
You can eat what you want! No need to live without!
And that is the end of this tale, there's no doubt.
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I worked fairly hard to use the phrase "catastrophic surgical misadventure" but it just didn't have that Seuss-like cadence or flow.

The good news is that I am feeling 100%. I'm considering writing a little ditty about my poop since it's so weird these days, and will surely share it here first. :-)

13 comments:

Lea Bee said...

that is a freaking AWESOME poem!

JJ said...

You are so creative=) And the best part of this: that you are feeling SO much better!

My Reality said...

I am sooo glad you are feeling better.

And the gallbladder shits. I think I know what you are going to write about next.

Aunt Becky said...

You are officially my new favorite person. Can we be friends?

astral said...

That is great news that you are feeling better!! I, too, had my gallbladder removed and it brought great relief. I love your poem ;-)

seussgirl said...

tee hee :)

Thanks for commenting on my poll; btw, I do like Ian; Ryan is too close to my husband's name, and we have two neighbor Seans, and an Uncle Sean (with the same last name - so it is known to work!); I liked all three though. Thanks. :)

tireegal68 said...

Thanks for being so kind as to comment on my blog:)
love the poem!

meinsideout said...

So glad you are feeling 100%! Thanks for your comment on my blog - it really did reassure me.

meinsideout said...

You were right - it came back with a vengeance. Tatas hurt, puking and nausea. Yay!

Kami said...

Ha ha ha. :)

artblog06 said...

ahh, you so funny :) good poet too might I say!

xxx

Somewhat Ordinary said...

Very good poem and even better to hear you are feeling 100%!

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