it's sometimes bewildering
what all they put us through,
and they say it's for our good
but how could that be true?
i am but seven years of age
facing an operation,
to remove something in my throat
because of inflammation.
this trip to the Operating room
is nothing i woulda' chose--
it's also a little embarrassing
'cause they've taken all my clothes!
is that really needed
for them to work down my mouth,
why must they intimidate us?
yes, what is that all about.
then they bring on the ether
with it's peculiar smell,
and they want me to breathe that(?)
say it won't hurt--Oh well!!!!
i soon drift off to nowhere
while they work on me,
but soon it seems they wake me
is it over-- oh could it be?
as i start coming to more
the pain in my throat gets mean,
and then they have the nerve--
to ask if i want ice cream.
they say you can have all you want
and normally i'd take them on,
but this strange place is getting to me--
Help please! I JUST WANT TO GO HOME!
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AUTHORS NOTES:
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This is my recounting and telling of
an actual experience I had at age seven,
when I went to the hospital to have my
tonsils removed. It was a scary ordeal
for a little guy!