'Twas the night before surgery....a guest blogger

 'Twas the night before surgery....a guest blogger.

 

I can't take the credit for writing it!! 

 

Keeping with they anonymous theme of the blog, she is the sister of Deaconess's own elegant Miss D. The authors first name and initial is " Donna O_ _ _ _ _ _ _  "

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Welcome to the club D O !

 

 

From the elegant Miss D:

 'Twas the night before surgery....


This is so cute.  My sister, Donna, who lives in Denver is having lap band
surgery on 12/11 and wrote this poem.  I had to pass it on!!!

Elegant Miss D


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Twas the night before surgery, when all through the house,

My tummy was rumbling----it woke up my spouse!



My sweat pants were hung by my closet with care,



In hopes that some day size 10 I would wear.


My family was nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar free Jell-O danced in my head.
My spouse in his PJs and I in my gown,
Had just gotten all of my Metamucil down.

When all of a sudden the phone started to ring

So I sprang from my bed to answer the thing.
My kids were at home, so who could it be?
Of course---the anesthesiologist was checking on me.

Drink plenty of liquids, get plenty of rest,
Tomorrow your surgeon would be doing his best.
He'll make you feel better, your health will improve.
Remember to exercise!  Your body should move!

The next day I rose, with my new life in mind.
Through the surgery doors--who knew what I'd find.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a surgeon in scrubs with two nurses near.

He was dressed all in blue, from his head to his toes.
His hands were all scrubbed--a mask covered his nose.
A bundle of tools he had set out on a tray
I couldn't stop staring, I could not look away.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! His laughter how merry!
From that moment on, I was no longer wary.
He smiled as our eyes met and gave me a wink.
Oh my, that's my surgeon, Dr. Snyder, I think.

He was fit as a fiddle, a right handsome young fellow,
So calm and collected, I said my hello.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work.
Finished in no time and turned with a jerk,
There's more work to be done he said to his team.

They nodded politely and he started to beam.

He took off his mask, to his team gave a shout,
And away they all ran to help more people out.
But I heard him exclaim, as he ran out of sight,
At the end of this tunnel, now there is light.