Doc said: "Bri, your eye is diseased;
therefore it must ….soon come out."
I told her to do as she pleased.
"Ok, Doc, I won't cry or shout."
But I said: "Time is money, Doc.
So keep one eye on the clock.
The operating room clock I mean."
[I called her "Doc"; her name was Jean.]
A week went by. They wheeled me in.
A loose gown covered my bare skin.
I asked: "Why the gown? It's my EYE."
The nurse said: "Hospital rules, Bri."
Jean came in and said: "Bri, hello."
I'll have the eye out before ya know."
She glanced at clock, gave me a wink,
and went to wash hands ….at a sink.
Another doctor put me to 'sleep'.
After that I heard …..not a peep.
But I had a very weird dream,
or, to me, it surely did seem ….
weird.
[But, aren't many dreams that way?
Come on Readers. What do YOU say? ]
I dreamed Jean came back, eyes on clock,
and in my ears I could hear ….."tick-tock".
Her mask covered her nose and cute smile.
She said: "Bri, this will just take a little while."
She raised a sparkling knife high in the air,
and brought it down slooowly. I swear!
I heard: "OH! Doctor", from the nurse,
and next I heard from Doc a muffled curse.
I will not repeat what Jean said;
if "looks could kill", the nurse would be dead.
The blade stopped an inch from my eye,
and the poor nurse began to cry,
but she boldly spoke with all her might:
"Not the left eye, Doctor. It's the right."
Jean looked at me and at the clock.
We both heard the ominous "tick-tock".
Then "Doc" said: "Bri, what shall I do?
Shall we check the chart, see if it's true?
I'm sure it's ‘left'. I have little doubt.
But I don't want you to cry or shout.
Remember, 'time is money', YOU said.
If you can't speak, just shake your head.
Up and down to take out the right,
or side to side for left. It's YOUR sight …..
AND your money."
The next thing I knew, it was over.
(July 13, 2016)
There are instances of doctors doing wrong operations.Are both your eyes intact? An eye opener to all surgeons and patients too.A great humour poem, thanks for sharing.
Ha ha I'm waiting, holding my breath...go on do tell.....WHICH EYE.......haha. thanks for the chuckle Mr Bri Annette
beautiful...enjoyable..along with an ironical tone to modern busy life and time...(if I got) . Bri, I read your poem 'Stop Picking on Me'. your acknowledgement of Savita Tyagi is imitable and praise-able...thanks. thanks again for Poets note.
Ha ha ha. What a dream....what a nightmare..Glad it was just a dream. A vivid portrayal of a hospital scene. Amazingly humorous. Enjoyed reading it.10++++++
what else can i say? Your fans said it all...Thanks again u put a smile on my face 😀
Thank you so much Bri. This poem brought smiles and chortles to the start of my day - although I admit I squirmed a little. Brilliantly written as ever.
What Valsa said- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -this was so disturbingly funny.... they say I have a dark sense of humor- - well, I bow to the master of dark humor, Bri Edwards
I wonder into what all troubles you pass on a daily basis. Earlier your eyes were picked up vultures, now a doctor has done an operation on the wrong eye with the ailing eye retained. Once.... to drive doctors away, you ate too many apples... more than what your stomach could afford and landed up in a hospital......! ! While you pass through excruciating pain, we chuckle and even roar into laughter.... What a merciless world surrounds you.... Bri! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Blink twice if you want a new doctor.