Here’s a truly bizarre concept!
When I was writing this, lots of friends – way too many friends – were needing doctor’s visits, tests, procedures, and surgeries. I wanted to help these friends, but I could only be supportive from my end of a telephone . . .
. . . and then this possibility hit me. Wishful thinking, I know.
© 2024, Steven E. Cutts
a Studio C recording, November 2024
If you ask, I’ll take it on the chin for you
when the doctor’s finger beckons you again.
We’ll trade and they can jab and poke and measure me
when all you want to do is hide, my friend.
I will gladly step in as your stuntman
like a daring double on a movie set.
Let them grab their scalpels and their sutures,
strap on masks and work on me instead.
You don’t have to worry ‘bout your backside peeking through the johnny;
I’ll reach out and you hand me the gown.
I’ll hop up on the gurney, take the intravenous drip, drip, drip
and be your doppelganger when it counts.
Why should you keep getting stuck with needles
when I am volunteering to be you?
When they say, “This won’t hurt” don’t believe them;
pass it on to me; I’ll see it through.
I can pee in the bed pan – lie real still for the CAT scan.
I’m your willing substitute – whatever they demand.
When it’s time to slice and dice, well, pass it off to me;
I’ll give up my appendix – take the artificial knee.
If you ask, I’ll take it on the chin for you
so you don’t have to take the body blow.
We’ll trade and they can jab and poke and measure me;
and Medicare will never have to know!