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AN Community => AN Community => Topic started by: G_Man on September 28, 2012, 11:32:11 pm
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I'm not a poet but every once in a while something comes to me. I offer this one with some part of my tongue in cheek. I dedicate it to all of you but especially to those of us who are blessed enough to be watch and wait. Don't damn me for my grammar thou.
Watching the Tube
Every year the time comes around.
I go to that place with all the loud sounds.
I lie on the table hard as a board.
And get my head clamped down like in a psychotic ward.
I slide in the tube that goes all around.
My ears stuffed with foam, my thoughts do abound
The room goes all quiet and then they begin.
I lie there in wait through the jarring and cringe.
The sounds and the banging like the walls might be thin.
I freeze like a statue and want it to end.
I stare straight up at the ceiling all white.
It isn't really darkness nor is it light.
I'm there in that place but I'm really not there.
My thoughts go to sailing without any care.
The tube it does sputter, groan and moan all around.
Sometimes I think I'll be sucked into the ground.
The scene it gets quiet for a short time and then.
They shoot the gadolinium in while you mend.
It's time for the banging to start up again.
The shaking and whining is worse than before.
I'm thinking of bolting right for the door.
The door it is thick like a human vault.
So I buckle down for the final assault.
Staying in so I don't have to start over again.
And then it is over but I can't believe.
How I was so able to do the statue like freeze.
The week as it passes I'm in nowhere land.
Thinking of news that I can withstand.
I go to the man whose shiny and white.
Who gives me the news that I will be rite.
Back down there when the year turns and then.
I'll climb in and do it all over again.
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Thanks for the humor and truth rolled into one. I needed to smile right now, at least until the hydrocodone kicks in and I can get to sleep. The tinnitus is driving me crazy tonight,
Skip
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;D ;D ;D
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Thanks for sharing the poetic version of what we all have or still have to endure! Might as well smile about it!
Clarice
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Great poem! Wonder if they would put it in the newsletter! Descxribes it to a T,only the one I do it in is very light inside. Still not my favorite thing to do. Cheryl R
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The poem came to me while I was brushing my teeth last night. It took about 40 minutes to write up. I could have poured over it for a month and made it better and probably much longer but I'm glad I just did it in the moment.
I'm also happy that I've got positive responses. I wasn't sure how it would go over.
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Spontaneity works wonders when it occurs at just those unusual times. Thanks again and keep brushing.
Skip
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Perfect description!
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Actually I've come to love my time in the Tube of Gloom - strangely I find it very relaxing despite the clanging.
Love the poem, though ;D
Jan
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Actually I've come to love my time in the Tube of Gloom - strangely I find it very relaxing despite the clanging.
Love the poem, though ;D
Jan
Jan
I wish I would have thought of "tube of gloom" LOL.
It was kind of fun to put into words, in a darkly humorous way, one of the smaller inconviences we go throught that most people will never know anything about.
G_Man
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Thanks for sharing. It describes the experience perfectly.
Karen
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Actually I've come to love my time in the Tube of Gloom - strangely I find it very relaxing despite the clanging.
Love the poem, though ;D
Jan
I sleep through them....go figure
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A couple of times I almost fell asleep but if I did I know I would wake with a jolt. If only they would just knock me out and then it's done.
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I read the poem and got inspired. Couldn't help myself so here is my contribution to the Poet's Corner. If it has a familiar cadence, well, I'm shameless when I do stuff like that.
Once upon an MRI table
So noisy I thought it was the Tower of Babel.
I mused and pondered my neuroma of yore.
As I lay there weak and nauseous
From the contrast in my veins,
Suddenly a voice from nowhere
Asked what music I would like to hear.
Golden oldies did I tell her,
Told the voice from out of here.
Only those and nothing more.
Ah, distinctly I remember,
It was in the bleak December,
That I lost my right side hearing
And heard weird tones from in my brain.
Along with tones I had bad balance,
Like as drunk but without drink.
What is this, I wondered,
That has been inflicted,
Inflicted upon me evermore.
A timely visit to the doctor led me to the ENT.
Led me to the ENT who sent me
To the noisy MRI.
MRI that found neuroma, shock that put me an a coma.
Filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before.
T’is some error, did I mutter.
Only this and nothing more
Alas, alack, it was no error.
Neuroma present, albeit small.
ENT said watch and wait,
I resigned me to my fate.
Six months later, on the table.
Golden oldies in my ear,
Long I lay there, wondering, fearing,
Dreaming dreams no mortal
Ever dreamed before.
Shortly after, went to records,
Filled out form and got CD.
Brought it home to view the image
And this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment,
And this mystery explore.
Sure enough, neuroma grew some,
Thing of evil from horror’s shore.
Then methought of how to kill it,
Cut it out or zap it dead.
As of now I still am thinking,
Thinking how to kill neuroma,
So it bugs me nevermore.
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Wait a minute! You get music!!! Don't know how I would really hear or enjoy music under those conditions. It would probably ruin me for music.
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I enjoy reading these different ways of expressing the process.
Karen
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Wait a minute! You get music!!! Don't know how I would really hear or enjoy music under those conditions. It would probably ruin me for music.
They put headphones on me and pipe in local radio stations. We've got a good oldies station and I was groovin' to the sounds of the Seventies.
"Big wheel keeps on turning, proud Mary keeps on burning."
Try holding still for Tina Turner. Had to stop myself from moving around in time with the music.
The music really does help mute the noise of the machine quite a bit.
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Thanks for Sharing!!! I enjoyed them both!
I've been going for MRIS for 5-6 years for my AN and a couple other brain issues. I have been to 4 different (specialists) places overall for MRIs and ALL 4 places offer headphones with music ;-) I think of they didn't offer music fore to help drown out the sounds, I'd need something else to relax me. Thankfully the music helps!!
Denise
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I just can't imagine the music on top of that noise. Plus I would have the MRI associated with whatever music was playing at the time. It's like colonoscopies and jello. Once you've been throught that experience it's hard to snack on jello ever again :)
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I just can't imagine the music on top of that noise. Plus I would have the MRI associated with whatever music was playing at the time.
Checked your theory by going to youtube and listening to Proud Mary. Nope, doesn't remind me of the MRI at all.
It's like colonoscopies and jello. Once you've been throught that experience it's hard to snack on jello ever again :)
I've had two colonoscopies in my life so far and I can still eat jello. Never occurred to me that there was an issue.
;D
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I just can't imagine the music on top of that noise. Plus I would have the MRI associated with whatever music was playing at the time.
Checked your theory by going to youtube and listening to Proud Mary. Nope, doesn't remind me of the MRI at all.
It's like colonoscopies and jello. Once you've been throught that experience it's hard to snack on jello ever again :)
I've had two colonoscopies in my life so far and I can still eat jello. Never occurred to me that there was an issue.
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Jack- One of the few things you can eat the day before the colonoscopy is jello. 8+)
I'm also standing my ground on the music thing.
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Oh for Me, the music 'helped' drowned out the MRI noise. Although, I Love music, so the times helped my brain refocus to the Tunes of theistic & not the MRI ;-)
{good thing the music wasn't too good, I'd probably get introuble for 'moving' to the beat to much} hahaha