Wednesday, January 19, 2022

Anaesthesia Comments

Rating: 3.7

Four hours of total oblivion;
nothing moved, not a second ticked
in that blank with space-time undone
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Madathil Rajendran Nair
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Bri Edwards 20 February 2022

p.s. For those unfamiliar with my wit, I DID fib/lie a bit above.

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Bri Edwards 20 February 2022

...hold a lit cigar, sandwich, or coffee to his/her (the doctor's) lips. Well, I REALLY did work in O.R.s, but it was actually very professional. The nurses only served diet soda! ! : )))) Apparently YOU survived. Good. ;) bri

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Bri Edwards 20 February 2022

MN, I worked for a while in a surgery, handing instruments etc. to the doctors. Of course I had some leisure time when the headman (or woman) would have a nurse.....(cont.)

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Bri Edwards 20 February 2022

This a poem of such depth that I'm having trouble fathoming it! It's not the first time I've been struck somewhat (not completely) clueless by a poem. (cont.)

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Savita Tyagi 26 January 2022

Very nice poem of reflections and looking back on medical circumstance when one really is nothing but a bundle of inactive flesh and bones. Still I suppose something is there deep within us storing all those experiences under the anesthesia.

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Thanks a lot for the comment. Yes, there is something that remains and that truly we are is what the poem trying to say.

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Madathil Rajendran Nair

Madathil Rajendran Nair

Bombay, India
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