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Theatre of Ops

 

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In my Theatre of Operations
I have no qualms
Whatever a qualm is;
I also have
In addition
A slanted view of reality
Unlike some
Whose only deviation
From the norm
Is their predilection
To predict prurient peccadilloes.
However, that is just my wordplay
And not their concern.
For, as the sun of life rises
Over the planet of living beings,
Let there be light-heartedness,
Frivolity and a general air of levity with a side order of giggles and a
Mirth of merriment to follow.

NB a fine glass of bubbly personalitié will wash it all down a treat

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Waiting Room Woes 1

Waiting Room

I don’t know about you (I really don’t)

But, I find Waiting Rooms depressing;

People stressing, worried about undressing for the doctor (or is that just me?)

You see, I saw a lady doctor last time I was here when I was expecting…

expecting to see a man doctor!

Well, I didn’t realise until the Display Screen in the Waiting Room ran through the staff, I mean…

Doctor Ellvick (I’ve changed Dr Elliot’s name to save her blushes) was a woman, with a woman’s hands and fingers!

Well, the memory lingers.

I apologised for being a man, for being me, for being!

You see, I am of a nervous disposition at the best of times and at the worst of times.

There are patients to the left of me, patients to the right of me, but too few, by far, in front of me!

They’ll call my name in a minute, and I will walk the walk of shame to the room of unease, please let me be the recipient of a miracle cure right here, right now.

“Graeme Sandford?” she calls.

Wish me luck; G give me strength. I say (inwardly)

Is it too late to DNA?