Taking Paul to hospital, I was surprised to find;
He seemed so cool as if he had, nothing on his mind.
I was in a state, having been a nurse;
I knew that anesthetics can take a turn for the worse.

I kissed him goodbye as he went through that door;
Not knowing if I'd be seeing him any more.
Then in the waiting room his surgeon came through;
Told me the position, but what could I do?

Desperate to see him, to be there if he went;
All of my energy, strength, had been spent.
Marlene the surgeon told me he'd be all right;
But under the circumstances, he must stay the night.

The 'knock out drop' lady came to see me, complained;
 Not telling her of his drinking, and me she did blame!
She said due to his past he had reacted to the drops;
I explained that telling her, me, he did stop.

Marlene was the saviour, a sweetie at best;
She consoled me, laying my mind to rest.
On seeing Paul in the recovery room;
I was surprised he looked so well, so soon!

He just could not, understand my fuss;
 No-one had told him he'd darn near missed the bus!
I stayed with him in the ward but, dearie me;
No-one would even give me a cup of tea!

(That's the National Health Service for you!) 
 

Copyright ©2003 Donni-Jay De-Ville

All rights reserved and may not be
reproduced in any way without permission from the author