Testing Again...A Poem
A Drawing From My Doctor
Not Again...
©LaDena Campbell aka justateacher
I don’t like going to the doctor
She never has anything good to say
She makes me take test after test
Before she sends me on my way
Depending on the reason for the visit
She will test my blood and temperature, too
She listens to my heart and lungs
Before she can tell me what I need to do
She tells me I have gained too much
And need to lose a pound or three
She tells me that I need a cat scan
To see what she can see
She wanted me to go to another office
To give me yet another test
She wanted me to have a mammogram
To check on both my breasts
Later I had to go to another place
To have another kind of x-ray
I was having trouble going to the bathroom
On a cold hard table I had to lay
I found out I have a blocked kidney
That it needs a stint
Didn’t know such a thing existed
I had to ask what that meant
I was told it is a small device
That keeps the ureter open
I asked how this would be completed
The answer was not what I was hopin’
I have to go in for surgery
So they can put the silly thing in
In a few months I go back
And they will take it out again
If they find that this thing works
And it keeps me from the pain
I will have to go back to the hospital
Have surgery once again
This time they will open me up
Cut the ureter in two
Cut the blocked part out
The times they do this is few
So I have to go to another city
To have the surgery done
It’s over a three hour drive
It doesn’t sound like much fun
So I guess I love my doctor
She does what she does best
I will listen to her every word
The next time she wants me to take a test…
