I Have a Blinking Broken Foot
>I have a blinking broken foot.
By Stanley Russell Harris
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I have a blinking broken foot.
My left one can you not see.
The picture’s on my Facebook page.
For all of you, to preen!
I did not do it in action.
Nothing brave at all.
I was just getting out of my bed.
Tried to stand, had a dead leg.
It was my left one on that day.
It let me down. It did I say.
I collapsed onto the floor.
Straightaway I did, I implore.
I called for help. No one did hear.
My telephone I had not near.
Straightaway the pain did flow.
From my foot to my brain cell, you know.
Somehow I dragged myself back to bed.
My left foot throbbed right to my head.
A bad sprain I thought you see.
When my wife came and looked at me.
I dosed myself with painkillers true.
And I ice packed it as you ought too.
No good did it really do.
The next day I saw my GP.
My daughter took me in her car you see.
As no way could I drive that day.
Bloods were taken very quick.
We were sent to hospital for an x-ray of it.
Whilst there, a Doctor did phone me.
Said I must go to A&E as my blood result did say.
I was at risk from deep vein thrombosis today.
So daughter took me there, I said to A&E straightaway.
And in three hours, they did say, we are admitting you today.
X-rays were done straightaway it was no sprain I have to say.
Just a broken bone today, so overnight I did stay.
Daughter left went on her way I missed the meal too late they said.
But they found some bread and cheese, which I ate.
Forgetting my GP said cut it out.
My foot was placed in plaster.
Then nil by mouth appeared above my bed.
In case I needed an operation they said.
But the next day, the specialist examined me.
After breakfast time you see.
Which I missed as nil could enter me.
Another plaster cast today and x-ray.
Then I could be home on my way.
Formalities took all day.
But daughter was there to help I say.
Although I am now home in pain.
I’m back, at hospital tomorrow again.
And if everything seems okay!
When they do the next x-ray!
Home, I will come with the pain too.
And five more weeks will have to do.
Then with luck the cast will be taken away.
And I shall be taught to walk again they say.
I have to inject myself in the tummy.
Which I do not think is very funny.
But I have to keep my blood thin and running.
So no deep vein thrombosis!
Can kill me, which is not funny.
And that’s all I have to say.
About my broken leg today.
Pains not gone as it do when I write about it<
Copyright © Stanley Harris | Year Posted 2016
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