Every surgery makes you humble,
It reduces your need to grumble,
Grateful to the sweet anesthesiologist,
Who played the role of a psychologist,
He could see my petrified eyes,
And filled my ears with advise,
A constant pat on the head,
As I lay wide awake on that operating bed,
First time I've heard myself being operated upon,
It seemed like the hours dragged on and on,
I finally fell into a lull,
And began to feel dull,
As the anesthesia began to wear off,
The pain immediately threw me off,
A long sleepless night ensued,
With nurses who were rude,
As I finally left that golden cage,
I smelt the soothing sea breeze and instantly felt calm and sage.
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