Wire me up, by Robert Davis
Robert Davis wrote this poem about his experience of heart problems and having a pacemaker fitted. He says: "The run up to my heart attack was a build up of fluid on the lungs and in the abdomen, then suddenly, bingo! The poem says the rest."
Two in the morning is hardly the time
To have pain in the chest, oh heck!
A heart attack? Me? I'm in my prime
Fit, healthy and bolshie, no doddering wreck.
The ambo arrives, two ladies appear
They take a look, but can't suss it out
Heartbeat is rubbish, it's bad, I fear
I'm off to A&E with no shadow of doubt.
Medical progress just saved the day
They inject, they spray, they x-ray as well
It all seems routine, no need to fret
Wife's in a panic, which she's trying to quell
All's under control, I ain't dead yet.
In a fortnight I'm sorted and ready to go
Though threatened with action, what will it be?
A stent, an ablation, aargh! 'Ere half a mo
Just whip off the cannula and set me free.
Oh the pacemaker's fine, I'm a real lucky guy
A superb piece of kit that has paved the way
To a quality of life I'd feared had passed me by
Medical progress just saved the day.
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