I went to see the doctor on the day ‘fore yesterday.
The appointment was at eight o’clock to see what he would say.
I waited in his office for, oh just about two hours;
so, by the time I saw his face, my mood had turned quite sour.
He sent me to the clinic, he said, “Need tests right away!”
Concern was showing on his face. “What’s wrong?” He wouldn’t say.
He said they had a spot that they were holding just for me –
they’d need some blood for testing, and, oh yes, I’d have to pee.
I guzzled down some water ’cause I didn’t feel the need.
The doctor said to hurry up, his words I had to heed.
I raced the hallways like a pro, got there in record time.
My presence was announced to all, I heard the doorbell chime.
The nurse told me to take a seat ’cause they would soon see me.
I hoped that she was right because I really had to pee.
An hour went by, I saw the clock, and then it closed on two.
I waddled to the counter saying this will never do.
She handed me a little cup It was made for man … not me.
She told me where the bathroom was, at least I’d get to pee.
While I was gone, my name was called, but I just wasn’t there;
and, someone new had just walked in and sat down in my chair.
Why had the doctor raced me there for me to sit around?
The fear inside me built up speed, my heart began to pound.
Well, it came a time, my name was called, they got around to me.
I waited ’til my blood was drawn, then back – the doc to see.
While waiting there, all thoughts of doom were going to full swing,
blood pressure raised to the danger point, my ears began to ring.
Now many hours later and my nerves a total wreck,
the doctor said, “Good news for you, all normal in your check!”
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