I have always been a little on the clumsy side. Ok, maybe more than just a little to be perfectly truthful! After two recent medical appointments on consecutive days I began to really see the virtues of the Schmerzklinik waiting room experience and wrote about this in the following poem inspired by the legendary Mary Oliver whose poetry I have only just got to know and am a complete fan already!
At the Schmerzklinik
The more spacious the waiting room, the better.
Now I can spread my powder-blue polar bear and drop
my mobile phone the obligatory three times
whilst clambering around for my dangling earphones
with at least a little space around me.
Yesterday I waited for sixty minutes
in a minuscule human oven
One whole hour spent knee-to-knee with anxious Germans waiting to be drilled and flossed, shuffling in their seats like human jack-in-the-boxes
(if such a ridiculous sounding plural form actually exists?)
This solitary, sanitary-smelling Swiss sanctuary
is worlds apart.