“You have a
hernia,”
My doctor
declared,
“You’re
going to have problems,
If you don’t
have it repaired,”
On Friday
the thirteenth,
My surgery
was set,
“Be at the
hospital at six”,
It was
written so I didn’t forget,
I made
arrangements with Lori,
To get me
there at six precise,
But that
early in the morning,
She’d have
to sacrifice,
True to her
word she was on time,
Though the
morning was icy and cold,
“You don’t
have to pick me up later,
I have a
ride home,” she was told,
Checking in
was real easy,
My paperwork
was already done,
Yet I was a
little tense already,
The
thirteenth had just begun,
I got my
instructions and undressed,
And slipped
on my hospital gown,
It was tied
securely but still drafty,
There was no
back to be found,
An early
shift nurse placed my clothes,
In a bag and in my backpack,
Out of
sight, out of mind,
In a locker
they were stacked,
Afterwards
while I recovered,
I wanted to
know when I could leave,
If it was
going to be soon,
I wanted my
clothes to retrieve,
According to
my nurse,
I was
recovering very well,
I could
leave if I continued progressing,
But only
time could really tell,
If the pain
had lessened,
And I could
finally urinate,
The surgeon
said it would be okay,
For the
nurse to release me late,
After much
discussion,
A nurse said
my clothes were found,
It wouldn’t
be long before I was gone,
And I’d be
homeward bound,
My thoughts
were on Pam,
She’d driven
from work afar,
She must be
cold and anxious,
And tired of
waiting in her car,
I passed
nurses looking for someone,
That was my
humble conclusion,
“Which way
did he go?” one nurse asked,
“Over here,”
I heard in all the confusion,
I followed,
trying to stay out of the way,
But I lost
them when I stopped to pee,
The nurses
were hunting for someone,
I didn’t
realize they were searching for me,
Strange
things were definitely going on,
I heard them
calling for “Dan”,
“What a
coincidence,” I thought,
“I’ll help
them if I can,”
Through the
halls I wandered,
I was hot on
Dan’s trail,
But the
nurses couldn’t catch him,
And I was
destined to fail,
However, it
was Friday the 13th,
And a full
moon rose to boot,
I forgot
about the fugitive,
Because it
was time to scoot,
Disheveled
and carrying my backpack,
A large
bloody spot on my shirt,
I saw no one
around to question,
“Sir, are
you badly hurt?”
Pam eyed me
suspiciously,
When I climbed
in and asked to go,
“Did you
tell anyone you were leaving?
I think they
would want to know,”
“Where’s
your nurse and your wheelchair?
I’m sure a
release you’ll need,
I think
they’ll all be concerned,
If the
checkout rules you didn’t heed,”
Pam called
the nurse in charge,
Trying to
make things right,
In a short
while the nurse arrived,
She said,
“It’s been a long, tiring night,”
Pam helped
the nurse whisk me inside,
So I could
be officially checked out,
They both
seemed a little peeved,
With the
full moon out and about,
I said,
“It’s been fun,”
And I tried
not to sound rude,
Even though
Friday the 13th,
Put my
nurses in a bad mood.
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