Oops!, or one Big Boo-boo! (Daily Post)

The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Oops!

‘Tis the season to revel in photographic (and/or photogenic) disasters.

Last week, my fellow Daily Post contributor Robyn wrote about the liberating power of embarrassing stories. It got me thinking about our collective reluctance to show less-flattering sides of our lives and personalities.

The imperative to present a perfect facade is doubly strong when it comes to our photos. Here, it’s not just the subject matter we care about — the perfect day at the beach; smiling, well-dressed toddlers; a faux-nonchalant smirk at a party. The picture itself has to be Instagram- and/or blog-worthy. Our images are always photoshopped in spirit, even if we don’t use the actual software.

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“Never say “Oops” in the operating room”

Oops!, or one Big Boo-boo!

The sounds of the beeping machines
The operating theatre in full fling
“Just don’t remove my spleen”
My last thoughts, as I felt the sting
The needle pushed into my spine
Soon, I will be feeling really fine
A long time this moment did I stall
Into a light slumber will I fall
But the sounds of the hammer in my skull
Echoing loudly, even though my body dull
Soon enough the voices are beckoning
I must wake up I am reckoning
The procedure now is done
Feelings on my body quite numb
But alas in a day or two
I finally manage to take a step or few

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Ode to Bedpans (Repost for The Daily Post)

A homage to bedpans everywhere!

“A hospital bed is a parked taxi with the meter running” Groucho Marx

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Ode to Bedpans

When you are
Down and out
Then just give
A small shout
Soon enough
Before things get tough
The nice nurses
Will come a running
In their purses
Carrying the plumbing
And without a doubt
Ease your pout

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Fixing It (Repost for The Daily Post)

“When I told my doctor I couldn’t afford an operation, he offered to touch-up my X-rays” Henny Youngman

Fixing It

The day has arrived
In three months’ time
Finally going under the knife
Oh what a life
Facing the surgeon
Guess it was urgent
After all
This time spent
In the end
Hasn’t been a ball
Not a fan of hospitals, needles or blood
It’s such a crud
But not being in control
Is the worst of all
Lying unconscious
Body and mind
Out of commission
Please be kind
Without condition
Wish me luck
Let’s hope the doctors
Won’t fuck it up!

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Recommissioned

Gun Roswell is back in action!

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“A hospital is no place to be sick” Samuel Goldwyn

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Recommissioned

What once was broken
Has just now been fixed
When I was woken
I realized I wasn’t jinxed
Now it is time to start healing
And loose the sickly feeling
The situation wasn’t as rough
Just follow the instructions
In ship shape and Bristol fashion
And up and about soon enough

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Ode to Bedpans

A homage to bedpans everywhere!

“A hospital bed is a parked taxi with the meter running” Groucho Marx

bedpan--1

Ode to Bedpans

When you are
Down and out
Then just give
A small shout
Soon enough
Before things get tough
The nice nurses
Will come a running
In their purses
Carrying the plumbing
And without a doubt
Ease your pout

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Replaced by Metal
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“Life is short, fragile and does not wait for anyone. There will NEVER be a perfect time to pursue your dreams and goals”

Replaced by Metal

Today I saw it
The huge chunk of metal
Replacing my joint
I almost shifted gear
Just out of fear
Making my stomach churn
Pushing the pedal to the metal
And making u-turn
While running away
But wait, please stay
Easy as pie it would be
So at least they told me
While they operate
You get to lie in bed
Take a short nap
No mishap
While the pros
Do their chores
Unconscious, unaware
So, there really is no scare!

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Fixing It

“When I told my doctor I couldn’t afford an operation, he offered to touch-up my X-rays” Henny Youngman

Fixing It

The day has arrived
In three months’ time
Finally going under the knife
Oh what a life
Facing the surgeon
Guess it was urgent
After all
This time spent
In the end
Hasn’t been a ball
Not a fan of hospitals, needles or blood
It’s such a crud
But not being in control
Is the worst of all
Lying unconscious
Body and mind
Out of commission
Please be kind
Without condition
Wish me luck
Let’s hope the doctors
Won’t fuck it up!

fixit