An Average Appy Affair
A sonnet
General’s Jig starts with a sea of blue-
“Good morning” followed by a single spin;
let’s time out doc- what are we here to do?
If everyone agrees- we can begin.
A blade to incise, a bovie to burn,
carefully we dissect what ails this man;
a staple across what looks like a worm,
the procedure goes according to plan.
We close the cut in a couple layers:
fixing first fascia, then sewing the skin.
Now off to PACU, we’ll see you later-
meet back here in ten to do it again!
Surgery is so much more than two hands-
you must have rhythm to join in our dance.
I was having some trouble sleeping last night and thought to myself- how cool would it be to have an entire series of poetry that pertains to my job. (I’m a scrub tech that sets up and assists in Surgery.) Here was my first attempt! Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy!
