1926 - To Oblivion, I give a Toast

 

The Sunday Whirl presented these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.

wallow tag find music swelling bell delirium spell pales knowing just senses

(Oops, the prompt word was swallow, I lost the s somewhere.  Not about to change anything now.)

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To Oblivion, I Give a Toast.*

I love general anaesthetics!

You may find that odd,

Put it down to pre-op delirium,

But I am comfortable with that.

Just by knowing that I will shortly

Have one of the best sleeps

I will ever experience 

Thrills me,

Swelling my chest with anticipation.

True, there is the awkward issue

Of the reason for being there

But it pales beside a good sleep.

Wheeled in, tags on both wrists, to be safe,

Gentle music to soothe the senses,

A brief spell while they get ready,

But no time to wallow in the situation.

“Count backwards from one hundred”.

“One hundred.  Ninety…”

Nothing.

Then a bright room, with bells and beeps,

With attentive nurses asking “Can you hear me?”

Delivering tea, weaker than I ever was.

And an egg and lettuce sandwich.

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*Well, an egg and lettuce sandwich, if the truth be known.

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