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A funny take on a not so funny operation. Rewritten for a contest. |
MY Foley And Me One night stay, simple and quick, over before ya know it, just that slick. Ha! what a crock I wake up with bowels hard as a rock! Foley inserted, IV in place, going home tomorrow, my saving grace. My sleep's interrupted but goes fairly well; then nurses file in to put me through Hell. They rip out the Foley the IV is gone, send me to pee and leave me alone. Finally I make it to the white throne. I sit and I ponder all alone. But...what is this? My bladder resists. Sooo..It's my Foley and me, though not with glee. I work and play, "doing it my way." "I'll show them a thing or two, come Monday I'll bid my Foley adieu!" Alas, Monday comes and Foley has won. I can barely walk, let alone run, with the rubbing and pinching stabbing and wrenching. In the name of all things Holy, dear God, I hate this Foley. By Wednesday it'll be fine. I'll walk in, and pee on a dime. Alas, it's not to be, Dang...I still can't pee. Doc, says "you've done too much, working and running with kids and such." Fate is not on my side; a week at home to abide. So...here am I as days drag by. I prop up my feet, read and pout. Tuesday... this darn Foley's out!! Line count 38 |