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!
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