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Twas the Night before

Twas the night before surgery
Not a drop to eat or even stirring a drink
Your pre-hospital stockings were hung by your bedside
Hoping that Mr Nick would soon be there
All your children were quiet and bed
Thinking that their parent is having surgery tomorrow
Moma was in her nightgown, me in my PJs
We just settled in for a long peaceful night
But then, a loud banging out on the lawn
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
On towards the window, I tripped and fell
I pulled myself up and opened the window
My eyes were blinded by that new kids souped up sports car
But then, I thought I saw the EMTs and their small rolling gurney
I gazed into the eyes of the driver, and knew in a minute, it was my surgeon
He barked orders to the staff
Now Prancer, pick up the scalpel, Dancer lower the music, Vixen, I will meet you later
Oh Comet, pull up your pants, Cupid put on your mask
My surgeon was chubby and plump, a right old intern
A wink of his eye, a twist of his stethoscope
Soon made me realized that I was glad for Obmacare
He spoke not a word, but proceeded to cut
And laying his finger inside my spine
He made the last stitch and picked up and vanished
His team right beside him
And away they all ran faster and faster
Away they all fled and as they drove out of sight,
I could hear him say
Now was it suppose to be a cervical or lumbar job?

I woke up from that nightmare, trying to figure out if it was the Oxycodone, the Baclofen or more!
I got out of bed and realized that I had on a hospital gown. Was this all a dream or not?

Ron DiLauro Spine-Health System Administrator
I am not a medical professional. I comment on personal experiences
You can email me at: rdilauro@veritashealth.com


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