Poem -
I almost operated on the queen
I had been on the waiting list for a few years,
then a letter arrived saying that the operation was to be done
at a private hospital in London,
when I first woke up from the surgery,
there was oxygen blowing in my face
and the smell of rubber up my nose,
I panicked and bolted out of the bed,
ran to the nearest exit and barged through the double doors,
imagine the look on the aneathetists face when he saw me,
he was just about to put the queen under,
she was having the same operation as me,
she didn't flinch,
just gave a little wave and closed her eyes ,
if I had been thinking straight,
I could have operated on the queen .
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Comments
Hello Barry...
The Hospitals there sure seem as though lives are saved...
Here if you live to tell about it...
That's a miracle in itself...
If you die it's not a shocker...
If you come in by Ambulance you have a little better chance...
They want that $1,200 pick up and transport fee...
Walk into a waiting room bleeding profusely, you have to wait a long time because, the Receptionist is on the phone and now is upset because, the call has been interrupted again...
Another injured person well, at least they're not sick...
Stop bleeding on the floor...
I'm back...
People are so rude...
Good bedside manner when they acknowledge you...
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
Cheers
Hi tina,it's just a poem I made up,not a true event,could be down to my overactive imagination