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"It's just a little pin prick." Well, that's what they said, You see, this tiny little word, It still fills me with dread, "It really doesn't hurt at all." "WELL.
Sitting here waiting for my phone to ring Wandering what news that call may bring Feeling sick with nerves and holding back tears I want my mum around for many more years Phone starts to ring in...
I’ve got to go there’s no mistake It hurts so bad for goodness sake. The pain's so deep from within my gums I hope that some relief will come.
The voice began to speak in spiteful tongue I thought of what things I had done Could I had done things another way.
#movement #wave. As I lay on the hospital bed. I look at the picture of the waterfall. Lush green ferns, rocks as black as night. And palm trees so tall. I feel so relaxed. I think I may fall asleep.
Shall I go and get it fixed. What if the price is heavy to pay. What if my quality of life Goes in that hour of day. But it does need to be fixed... Or at least be given a name. Is it a disability.
This little kitten has news for you. Right now she is feeling blue. Because you see, the dentist said. Where this kitten is going to head. Is to get braces, very soon. Maybe in the next full moon.
Mile stone in the journey. I'm heading towards Burnley. A scan on my brain. To establish the strain. We'll take a few pictures and see. If there's a reason for the way you be. The giant machine.
I hate hospital waiting rooms Full of doom and gloom The fake persona Of the receptionist called Verona The glazing eyes The painful cries Filled to the brink Please wash your hands in the...
My stomache's in knots, My hairs in knots too, Haven't even eaten in About a day or two. Waiting, by the telephone, For the hospitals ring, Hoping you'll be coming home to Spend one more thanksgiving.
Today I'm really not at my best - For I've got this pain deep in my chest I don't know what it can really be But I can tell you something: It's bugging me.
Every time I knew I was going to see him I'd start to get anxious. I never knew what I could expect from him, just the thought of going to see him gave me nervous butterflies.
Oh Lordy, Lordy I cannot speak, I've taken all the Panadol I can eat, Me teeth are throbbing, and I feel like just sobbing, Oh how I hate that bloody place, Whenever I see it I screw up my face.
Slowly climbing up each stair, Until I reach the big blue chair, Where the man in goggles will glance, Indicating to the chair not giving me much chance.