ALAN'S BLOOD TEST
The nurse stuck her needle in,Right arm first, No blood came out.
She said. " Sorry about this ". I replied
although I lied.
" I don't mind being used
As a human pincushion ".
Then she tried the back of my right hand,
It was the same.
No blood came out once again.
She approached my left arm,
Although I didn't feel alarmed.
I thought, My god she's going for the trivecta.
The needle went in she apologised again,
I winched as this time she hit the vein.
Tubes fill up like god's drinking nectar,
My sense of humour didn't affect her.
Once again I winched, Feeling pain,
As the needle was pulled out once again.
Couldn't resist a little quip, As I said.
" I knew you wouldn't find any blood
on the right, I sleep on the left.
Overnight the blood drains that way,
Got up late out of bed.
Rushed down here like an errant pup,
So you see right side of my body,
Hasn't had the time to fill back up ".
Couldn't get away from her any faster,
Got home like the walking wounded.
With hand's and arms covered in plaster's.
Following day got a call from the doctors,
About the blood test,
The blood from my face drained.
As they told me,
you could pick me off the floor.
My blood had congealed then crystallised,
Would I mind coming in for the blood test?
Once more.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-07-19 at 00:31
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