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Hair nets and hand-me-downs, Striped garb with strings Wise men in scrubbing gowns, Angels with wings Pin ****** and pressure cuff, Disarming chat Face mask and gassy stuff, Drugs by the vat Dull aches like bicycles Peddling up lanes, Cold streaks like icicles Rush through the veins, Laid back and lazily Watching the dance, Head floating hazily Into a trance Woozily waking up, Wobbly and drunk Water to sip and sup, Memories sunk Balance returning when Loved ones are phoned, Recovery over, then Time to go home
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
Day Surgery Memoires
Hair nets and hand-me-downs, Striped garb with strings Wise men in scrubbing gowns, Angels with wings Pin ****** and pressure cuff, Disarming chat Face mask and gassy stuff, Drugs by the vat Dull aches like bicycles Peddling up lanes, Cold streaks like icicles Rush through the veins, Laid back and lazily Watching the dance, Head floating hazily Into a trance Woozily waking up, Wobbly and drunk Water to sip and sup, Memories sunk Balance returning when Loved ones are phoned, Recovery over, then Time to go home
A big thanks to staff at the Hobart Day Surgery for making the experience of my first general anaesthetic as comfortable as possible. First published 12th March 2015, 05:50 AEST.
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
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