Weighed down
by sterile syllables
that do not roll off
tongue with ease
taste of examination rooms
rubbing alcohol
hand sanitizer
poked and prodded under glare of fluorescent lights
that make the blossoming head pain
triggered by waiting room perfume
aftershave
turn into throb over right eye
not enough time to sound out
new labels
cypher meaning and implications
before polite dismissal
with a handshake
instructions to come back in a few months
before being replaced by the next
number in the queue
pages covered in medical hieroglyphics
clutched in hand
while walking toward Exit sign
Now what? echoing in tired ears
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
I’m glad that such events become inspiration instead of hindrance to your writing. Keep up the good work, and I hope you get past this.
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Thank you.
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So apt, so captures the entire bewildering experience!
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I suspected this would resonate for many. Good to have a diagnosis, wish there had been more time to process it and what it means.
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Thanks so much for sharing this! Wish you didn’t know so much about all of this – polite dismissals and echoing!!! Still in love with your words!! Wishing you blessings!
Chuck
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Thank you Chuck. I am sure that it is an experience that many have lived through. I always find it helpful to process these types of moments as vividly as possible.
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