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Jun. 26th, 2006 03:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jay_mooseLast time it had gone quite well
though losing the images made it hell.
my legs were cold, but the doctor was a bloke
who didn't know the time and place to joke.
Once it was over, i happened to learn
in a week or two i had to return
I wasn't worried, the first time was a breeze
I even had a NICE nurse to put me at ease.
She offered me pants, and music to hear.
And gave me a blanket and no reason to fear
it went smooth as silk, as my thinking was correct
And it was a different doctor who came to inject
He wasn't an asshole, he wasn't a pain
Only thing he couldn't was find the right vein
This itself was odd, but we went on through
But my trusty right arm just wouldn't do.
into the left arm, if there was pain they wanted to know
before off into the tunnel i'd go
Once 'Brown Eyed Girl' eased into my ears, my arm started to throb
I ignored it at first..the needle was doing its job.
But the pain got sharper, and to my surprise...
tears of pain leapt to my eyes.
I tried to stay strong, but the pain was too raw.
i cried into the speaker to let me withdraw.
But the machine overruled with its penetrating BAM BAM until i heard a voice say..
"How're you doing, Lauren? You doing okay?"
I wasn't, it hurt. damage was done to my poor veins wall.
I was poked some more until doc made the call.
"Out of the hand"...as i had feared, and i was prepped and stuck for another round.
In again i went, discomfort entering but no pain to be found.
So with each arm wrapped and a hand neatly taped, i end this harrowing MRA fable
and conclude with a happier ending...a raspberry tea and a fresh buttered bagel.
The End...of the line
though losing the images made it hell.
my legs were cold, but the doctor was a bloke
who didn't know the time and place to joke.
Once it was over, i happened to learn
in a week or two i had to return
I wasn't worried, the first time was a breeze
I even had a NICE nurse to put me at ease.
She offered me pants, and music to hear.
And gave me a blanket and no reason to fear
it went smooth as silk, as my thinking was correct
And it was a different doctor who came to inject
He wasn't an asshole, he wasn't a pain
Only thing he couldn't was find the right vein
This itself was odd, but we went on through
But my trusty right arm just wouldn't do.
into the left arm, if there was pain they wanted to know
before off into the tunnel i'd go
Once 'Brown Eyed Girl' eased into my ears, my arm started to throb
I ignored it at first..the needle was doing its job.
But the pain got sharper, and to my surprise...
tears of pain leapt to my eyes.
I tried to stay strong, but the pain was too raw.
i cried into the speaker to let me withdraw.
But the machine overruled with its penetrating BAM BAM until i heard a voice say..
"How're you doing, Lauren? You doing okay?"
I wasn't, it hurt. damage was done to my poor veins wall.
I was poked some more until doc made the call.
"Out of the hand"...as i had feared, and i was prepped and stuck for another round.
In again i went, discomfort entering but no pain to be found.
So with each arm wrapped and a hand neatly taped, i end this harrowing MRA fable
and conclude with a happier ending...a raspberry tea and a fresh buttered bagel.
The End...of the line
