Rhyme Time

If you remember back last week, I mentioned that I spent a day in the ER with mystery illness, and that it was quite the ordeal. Well I shared my experience with a new friend Amy who happens to be "gifted" at rhyming, and well, if you dare, or happen to care, the following is her rendition of said horrible day. You've been warned.



Sometimes when you're ill
And you just want to cry,
You go to the E.R.
To find out why.

They poke you and prod you
But find no good excuse
They say, "Next we'll take pictures
but first drink some 'juice'."

The liquid's so nasty.
It makes your head spin.
And you'll wonder how smart girls
Let this madness begin.

They'll finish the scan
And then ask for x-rays
And you'll pray to the Lord
Just to finish this day.

And then all of a sudden
You'll give a great shout,
"Get me to bathroom!
This liquid's gotta come out!!"

A young tech will escort you
To your impending relief.
But only afterward tells
Of your aforementioned grief.

He says every so sweetly,
"My dear Mrs. Crum,
Though it goes IN your mouth,
The liquid comes OUT your bum."

And so you finish your evening
Embarrassed, face red
And though you're glad you're not dying,
You almost wish you were dead.

(Glad you are well and hoping you'll enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. It was a challenge! Ha.)