S R Mats
S R Mats
Apr 29, 2015

The staff was shocked.  I being the
Only patient to ever do yoga stretches
Afterward on the gurney,
My recovery time was cut in half.
Now to deal with this pain!
Writing my Meditation . . .

Best sleep I've had in years!

So . . .boy was I still under the influence of anesthesia when I wrote and posted this!  Woe, pain is really kicking in, now!
Feb 14, 2016

Let's see what you've got inside,
I rip you up, open wide!
Let's do some digging, fingers deep within
You think I'm done? Let's begin!

Like a heart surgery
D Connolly
D Connolly
Jul 2, 2014

You said
The most brilliant thing
You said it was
Like a heart surgery
But he was only a
Surgeon in training
And had neglected to
Mention beforehand
That it was only
Exploratory cardiac surgery;
And it was just for his
Simmering curiosity
(He couldn't have carried
Out a simple angioplasty?)

That he cut the aorta
That's what you said
And his curiosity subsided;
And he left as you bled.

Someone I know used a brilliant metaphor the other day.
Sy Lilang
Sy Lilang
Jul 2, 2014

Minsan magtataka ka
Sa kung paano nagsimula
Ano ang dulot o sanhi?
Paano ang bukas
Kung ang ngayon ay wala na.

Makitid ang daan
Patungo sa kabilang espasyo
Malayo sa drogang gamot daw.

Naryan ang nars
Ang sekretaryang nanghihina
Mga eroplanong papel
Simbolo pala ng iilang humihinga.

Takot at may kirot
Umuusbong ang sanhing nakakasuka
Mga imaheng kilabot sa sikmura
Walang nakaririnig
Mananatiling pipi't bingi
Kahit sandali, kahit sandali lang.

Itim ang kulay ng pag-asa
Naroon ang pangarap
Naroon ang solusyon
Tila nag-aabang
Sa kakarampot na grasya.

Akala ko may cyst ako, lycoma raw tawag sabi ni Doc pero kailangan pa rin alisin.  Second minor surgery in my life.
#life   #god   #hope   #disease   #surgery   #cancerous   #cyst  
Neha D
Neha D
Oct 6, 2014

He doesn't need Intra Ocular Lenses,
To dismember my defenses.
Without a Stethoscope,
He can hear my heart,
He won't have to take an MRI scan,
To know where to start.
He won't need to inject a syringe,
To romantically unhinge,
My every multiplying cell,
Into a palpitating craze.
He won't need a lubricating gel,
To seduce and amaze.
He won't require to operate
Nor investigate,
Me from head to toe,
To plainly know,
That I'm besotted,
my insides knotted,
My better sense clotted,
In deep rooted feeling,
Of immense love.

#love   #life   #heart   #crush   #rhyme   #doctor   #anatomy   #surgery  
Makenzie Marie
Makenzie Marie
Dec 7, 2014

They shaved my head
and cut me open
took my skull
and my way of coping
My life had changed
in just a moment
I can't decide
but I might wish I hadn't done it.
I can't play
or practice
I have to be careful.
If I'm not cautious
with my head
I could instantly wind up dead.
My headaches aren't gone
and I'm still dizzy
all you really took
was half my aspirations.
I hadn't much warning
just a surprise.
And when I could easily die
every day is a compromise.
More just had to be taken away
because the last 13 surgeries
hadn't changed my day to day.
It's a brand new world I'm living in
where all my dreams are limited
and they're starting to run thin.
so here you have me
and I'm crying mercy.

six months ago I had a Chiari decompression on my skull. I finally have finished recovery. technically. But sill, my life is limited, and it always will be now. I can't get past that I'm 19 and I feel like I can't do anything. I know it will pass and I will get used to this and accept this with gratitude, but that day hasn't come yet /:
Becca Lansman
Becca Lansman
Aug 11, 2015

You cut me
open with your scalpel-
Gorging out my inside; harvesting my organs.
You opened me
before I had a chance to sign the release forms, before I knew the side effects.
I did not consent to this.
You put your hands under my skin
like I was a puzzle you had to put back together,
you are not the missing piece,
trying to fit me into a mold-
I am not made out of clay,
I am not your mosaic.
You sliced down my chest but you forgot the anesthesia
I am wide awake
I am wide open,
I can feel
every cut,
every organ beating against you,
you are covered in my blood and bile-
You tore off my pericardium
exposing my heart like a soldier in open fire,
I can see
my insides, my secrets sprawled out on your table,
you are picking them apart, like an archeologist,
I am not a ruin,
I am not your treasure map
there is nothing for you here.
I am not a reward.
I am a canvas-
and you are not the painter
You are not a surgeon
You are not the cure-
You are the disease.

#abuse   #secrets   #surgery  
Next surgery if you please.
Jun 26, 2015


Next surgery if you please.


I befriended Ken Berry the very moment I saw him, not in a butt buddy way that involves reaming or balling. We've been close since March of last year, without a whimper from the wrinkled front of his ancient rear. I could tell you things about F-Troop that're shocking without being convoluted, unfair, grotesque and/or mocking. Larry Storch butters his buns like he's from Kansas, because Bruce Jenner still knows what a real man is. His name lauds the id of fruit, Ken Berry. How far with a dozen eggs can a hen carry?

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