My doctor was two hours late, I was in pain BEFORE surgery (my left arm) and remained in pain, they never answered my button--pushed a dozen times (wasn't plugged in) before I did an Exorcist spew-about (they never closed the curtains), had to shower and the janitor threw open the door -- again exposing me to those in the hall! My doctor said at least I had no hysterectomy pain! This really happened and now I can laugh about it :)!

Checked in for my surgery
but the doctor forgot me;
wasn’t on his calendar.
He was called, came—finally;
then they started the I.V.
I complained of I.V. pain
(they seemed to think me insane).
The surgery went quite well
but then my arm began to swell.
Didn’t have time for a pail;
I spewed on the bed, the walls
but no one answered my calls.
(My button wasn’t plugged in.)
They stripped the curtains, me, sheets;
visible from halls, the streets.
My arm kept getting larger
and my fingers stiff, harder.
They kept me on the I.V.
Took a shower, had no choice.
A man knocked, hearing no voice
entered, me naked, we screamed.
He was cleaning up . . . it seemed.
I was finished with this place
and demanded to go home—
called the doctor on the phone.
Once home, couldn’t move my arm;
suspected clots, we were alarmed,
I went to emergency
where they treated me for free—
traced it back to that I.V.