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My Tum And I…!Oh dear me and sugar plumbs, What a trial in my life! A total mess, what can I do! It's caused me so much strife! So I wanted to have a tummy tuck, And off I went to see… A fella who does the deed… Who could do the deed for me! I went to his consulting room, Full of the joys of spring, The very thought of having it sorted, Made my little heart sing! You se, it is a ruddy mess! 7 operations on this tum of mine, Oh golly gee, oh glory be, I wasn't feeling fine! But this fella was the bees knees, And he was gona sort me out, Cos just like that, me tum would be gone, And I couldn't wait for that! I went into his consulting room, Smiles all over my face, He checked it over and what a mess, I really fell from grace! Then he drew a pic, Of how and what he'd have to do, Still I didn't care a jot, Cos it was something I had to do! The pic he drew was awful, But still I didn't care! Then he dropped a bombshell, It wasn't what I wanted to hear! ‘I can't do the operation,' He said, well I near fell off the chair, ‘You have to do it!' I shouted, ‘Cos this just isn't fair!' ‘Sorry,' he said, ‘I can't! It's just too dangerous to try! If I went ahead with this…! The chances are you will die!' Well I was crying my eyes out! And I said to him full of tears, ‘It's my choice not yours! And I don't have any fears!' Well I was blinded in disappointment, And all that I could see… Was me living with this horrific mess! So bad it puts me off me tea! I begged and pleaded and sobbed, I did, and asked him over again, Told him he had no idea, Of my heartache and my pain! He even had the cheek to tell me, That he'd never had a litigation case, And that's what would happen, And he wasn't going to fall from grace! I went home devastated, a An understatement that's true! So gutted and traumatised was I… But there was nothing I could do! Scarred to hell it was, a mess, And I hated it more by the day, So yes, I wanted this operation done; ‘I won't do it!' Is all he'd say! He told me that I'd probably die, And he wasn't prepared for that to occur, Well all I reiterated to him… Was that it wasn't bloody fair! So I went home and wrote to my doctor, And told him of my plight! But all he did was agree with him, He said the tum's not such bad a sight! My friend said to me one day… ‘Those scars saved your life! Think of that when you see the mess, And lose this awful strife!' So when I see this mess in the mirror, I have to tell you true, I say to myself that they saved my life, But it's something I needed to do! Then I sent my doc a letter… Said this man's no right to take my choice! It's called freedom of speech and free will, And I was using my voice! The consultant was under pressure; I said I'd sign all the papers I need, All would know it wasn't his fault if I died, Cos his words I wouldn't heed! Then I saw a program on the T.V. It was this op ‘he decided to do for me!' And oh hells bells and sugar plumbs, What a horrific sight to see! The poor woman had a bad time of it, And ended up 100 times worse, The ‘psychological' result she wanted, Ended up being her curse!!! And she died… I think it was a message to me, n Not to go ahead after all, At the end of the day, I fight to stay, Cos every day I give my all! So I wasn't prepared to do it, Even if I lived and didn't die…! So now I accept the way I am… Its how it is for me, and now I don't cry! So I accept the way things are, Cos I would have had egg on my face! Cos I had 3 ops after that time… So it would've been a waste of space! Things happen for a reason, And no matter the reason for my tum, It's here to stay, and that's ok! For my life is far from over and done! I live for more than my stomach! And no matter what the reason will be, This is the way that I am! The tum's not the person, the person is me! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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