Guess Who

Guess who limped into the office this morning,
guess who limped out again even faster to the
nearest doctor to complain her foot’s falling off,
ankle broken and ligaments burning with pain –
guess whose foot’s so swollen she can’t wear a
shoe, even open sandals cause a new array of
angry lightning pains to set my foot alight - yes;

I’m the guilty party who happily limped in carrying
two heavy bags with goodies then nearly fell over
in the attempt – discovering how terrible fury can
boil over & run riot in my left foot, not in the mood
for Stoic endurance & fearfully convinced of my
foot’s imminent demise – the kind doctor gently
bandaged my foot & called the ubiquitous pest

That species called specialist who was missing in
action, luckily, before I could be coerced into pay-
ing another quack a thousand dollars just to be told
only time will allow the torn ligaments to heal; the
swelling is due to overuse and the current super-
hot weather, I came away with a letter as keepsake
to remind me of another lucky escape from the

Bane of modern life; the medical fraternity & their
conspiracy to keep people alive even when our
quality of life is non-existent and pain becomes
unbearable, leaving us mangled, blind, toothless,
deaf and unable to process the food we eat- the
medico’s just love to keep track of how many
kinds of disfigured lives they can perpetuate…

[5 January 2015]