As it happens, I recorded two haiku on my phone when I was waking from anesthesia, yesterday. The one I posted yesterday was garbled and truncated, so I had to try to remember just what I had said. This morning, I found the first recording. Although not that much less garbled, it is more audible. That haiku (or senryū, to be more accurate) appears below, with the original recording. Note that I say “enterology” instead of enteroscopy, and there is a false start with the third line, in which I say “sore throat.” I’m feeling much better today, but the sore throat still lingers.
enteroscopy
complete with intubation
and recovery
As to why haiku came to mind as I was waking up? While waiting to be admitted for my procedure I was thinking about Freya’s most recent prompt for Pure Haiku, and I wrote down a haiku to submit later.
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Recording haiku while waking from anasthesia – now that is commitment! Pleased you are feeling better!
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Oh, wow – I sense being there as you came to! Love the long sigh between lines 2 & 3.
A few years back I was with my husband as he came to from a surgery – goofy as I’ve ever seen him, and I’d give anything if I could flip a switch now and then to summon that playful inner child! Multi-syllable medical terms do lend themselves to poetic friskiness, don’t they?
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😀 Thank you.
I’m more than pleased with myself that poetry was the first thing on my mind.
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After one surgery I woke up from the most peaceful dream in which I was walking along a white beach while some polar bears were happily swimming in the white surf, under a white sky, and it was warm and safe and happy. I didn’t want to wake up. I then proceeded to tell the nurses and my husband and bystanders and they laughed indulgently. Believe me if I could get back to the polar bears I’d be gone in a second. So your story really made me smile. Our minds provide refuge in some times odd ways. I love it that poetry was there as you returned to this existence.
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Thank you, Claudia.
I’d say I’ve come a long way. Forty-six years ago, recovering from surgery on my wrist, still lying on my back, I demonstrated to my fiancée how my left arm was totally limp, and how I could lift my left hand with my right and just drop it on my stomach.
Yeah, I was still recovering from the goofy gas. When I dropped my hand it fell right on to my face.
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I’m laughing. Sorry. But I’m laughing. There is a certain short time after you wake up but you’re not quite right when almost anything can happen, right? I just hope you didn’t punch yourself in the eye or something!
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No subsequent injury, but at least it gave me a story to share.
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