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~THE BECKY COLLECTION~



A Doctor's Visit By Becky (C) September 21, 1998



Oh Well! Oh Well! It's that time again Damn how I hate to go there but then I should be used to it, know what to expect I feel so nervous when I go to get checked I know the appointment was scheduled for nine But I"ll be so lucky to get out on time To pick up the laundry and children by three Much less have any time special for me In the cold stark outer office I sit Where the magazines are out of date, just a bit I know I have been here an hour or more When the sour faced nurse finally opens the door She calls my name and hands me a cup With a smirk on her face says, "please fill this up" I go in the bathroom and sit on the pot God I can't go and they don't need a lot So I drink as much water as time will allow And finally! Oh finally! I can go now With a fresh paper towel to cover the cup I sneak out the bathroom and then I look up I find a drop dead male right there at the door I wish I could melt and sink through the floor He gives me a wink and then he turns round I just want to stomp him right into the ground The nurse finally comes with the blood pressure cuff. She pumps and she pumps she is really quite rough Again she pumps and I wish she would stop And it better be soon or my arm's gonna pop She looks at me with pity, I know what that means I'll get a good lecture, you can bet beans Now it comes time for me to step on the scale I knew it! Just knew it! I let out a wail Ten pounds had jumped on me I know not just when I swear I eat nothing. Well, now and again A small piece of candy, a big piece of pie I don't do it often, just a little white lie The examining room is just down the hall Again I just sit there and stare at the wall It seems like forever till the doctor comes in Wouldn't you know it, with my luck I can't win In walks the drop dead one I met in the hall In a deep southern accent, he says, "how are y'all"? I then start to tell him my symptoms with care He sits and he looks with a know it all stare His hands are so cold, how nice it would be If he would just warm them before he puts them on me He checks out my thoat and looks in my ear Listens to my heart, my chest thumps with fear Will he find something that shouldn't be there I wonder and wait while he pulls up a chair The pen scratching paper, while he mumbles low My skin's just all goose bumps, I need to know Is it something awful, and is there a cure? I wish he would just tell me then I could be sure The writing has stopped, now there's no sound He caps off his pen and slowly turns round "Now Mrs. Blanky, I could tell you to rest That you need a vacation, but would be in jest I suggest you start walking, two miles a day Push back from the table, it's better that way You need to lose pounds, your blood pressure's high I'll see you in three months," I let out a sigh I paid at the desk, I just don't know how The bill when I saw it, could sure choke a cow. On the way home I stopped off for a snack Went into the restaurant and sat in the back I ordered a burger, french fries, and a coke Couldn't wait to get home and in the tub for a soak I thought of the doctor as I turned round to go Started to smile, Oh hell what does he know When I go home my husband was there With a meal on the table he'd cooked with great care While we were dining, with soft music sounds I tell him so sweetly, I just lost five pounds!

belljoye





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