In little over two years
I have had more scans
Than a supermarket checkout
There is more of my blood in path labs
Than I have in my body
I've had nasty painful biopsies
Things up my **** and cameras down my neck
There have been countless appointments
At four different hospitals
As well as being hospitalised five times
Including one minor operation
And two major ones
I now have ******* up kidneys
Veins like ropes and arms like Twiglets
And more scars
Than a bad knife-throwers assistant
But what the hell !
I'm still growing old disgracefully
HA !!
By Phil Roberts
For those that don't know, the NHS is the British National Health Service which, thankfully, is still free and, without which, I would certainly be dead.
Incidentally, this poem was written about a year ago and things have settled down a lot since.