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Wednesday, 12 September 2012

Medical Care, circa 1955

I tried to make Dad understand
That glasses thick and shaking hand
Did not inspire much confidence
In Dentist Dave, and I was tense.

But Dad, whose teeth were mostly false,
And in the war had seen much worse,
Exhorted me to, ‘Just be brave.’
He was a friend of Dentist Dave.

Twenty-two injections later
Mum was angry with my pater.
She called the Doc, he ordered bed
And morphine for my aching head

And bleeding mouth.  Then for a week
I saw strange visions, couldn’t sleep,
Missed everything.  What can I say?
I dread the dentist to this day!

© Gill Dunstan
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