Another Cinci Appt. Ft. MRI Goodness
Went to Cinci Wednesday. One of the longest days I’ve ever had at the hospital. But it was 11 hours, not 12.5. Great reports, for which I’m grateful. And about 50% tumor shrinkage! HOORAY! While I was in the MRI, for what seemed like eternity, I wrote a poem in my head to keep me busy. It went a little something like this:
“MRI Goodness: A Courtney Holmes Original
I’m lying in an MRI
The noise it makes is loud.
It is,oh, very cramped in here
With one there is a crowd.
I used to sit real still in here
My sleep was always swell.
Today is very different-
It actually is hell.
I’m currently watching a video
Of a number of things to hate.
Speaking of that number
Since which I have not ate.
This poem is beginning
To really not make sense.
I don’t know what is wrong with me
As I start to take offense.
I’d like to, please, get out of here
By the day of my next birth.
If that were to happen,
I would be filled with mirth.
C’mon my little techie friend
I have some place to be.
If you really want a picture,
I’ll sign and send to thee.
Just get me out of here right now
My legs have start to cramp.
These goggles are getting tighter
Something, blah-blah, yada.. camp
I am growing weary
As my hunger develops more.
You know what sounds really good?
A bonfire and a s’more.
Actually, no I take that back
I need some real food now.
I really will eat anything.
YES! Protein from a cow.
Can I order up in here?
ORRR would my chewing distract
From the cells in my brain
They dye tries to attract?
Whatever-I-don’t-care-no-more
You can tell. My grammar’s poor.
I’m starting to get sleepy-
–oh-look! I – see-the dooorrrr.”
Hope you all enjoyed my new poem filled with sarcasm, wit, and ridiculousness!!
Love you all!
PEACE!
<3 CiC
