jerry hughes - ANAESTHETIST

He said
calmly, professionally
without bamboozle;
You won't know a thing
until you recover in the
I C U - twenty four to
forty eight hours later.

They'll take the tube
out of your throat, the
one that kept you alive,
and make you cough.

Jesus, I thought - cough,
with my ribcage stapled?
He must have a sense of
diabloical humour - cough?

Problem is, he doesn't......

jerry hughes

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