An account in verse of a medical procedure undergone
I feel that first sharp jab into the gum
And, gazing up, must wait until it’s numb.
Now, wincing with my mouth held open wide,
I let him poke and prod around inside
Then feel the grip of forceps, fast and firm,
And as I gag and swallow, sweat and squirm,
He starts to yank my throbbing tooth about
While I, unable now to shriek or shout,
Must let him focus on the job in hand
And force this wretched socket to expand.
Once done, I should be on the final lap,
The ligament, like gum, will stretch and snap
And then, with one last wrench and stab of pain,
The torment will be over once again,
Except for what’s to come, more painful still,
The shock when I’m confronted with the bill.
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