However do you do it?
What holds you there so tight?
The fact that you are sitting there
Shows I'm doing something it right.
The white and shiny basin
Provides you with no hold
So however do you cling to it
Like a drowning person, bold.
The water flow increases
Like a waterfall so high
And still I see you clinging there
I cannot understand why
Only those with damaged lungs
Will know what I'm about
Watching what I've just coughed up
Disappearing down the spout.
You got me there Don until the last 3 lines I thought it was a spider.
😃👍
That’s so to the point. I’m always spitting,then cleaning the sink.
Oh Don . Your imagination ! It will answer you back next wailing as it disappears .
What a brilliant idea. I could follow it's travels, that would show people what real yucky was. 😉😁
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Oh yuk and mega yuk...
Thank goodness it’s a while since lunch and a long time to tea.
K xx
Unfortunately for me I just started my rather late lunch 🤣
And me.....!! 😫😆
It reminds me of Professor Rob Wilson (bronchiectasis specialist at RBH) in a European Respiratory Society seminar waxing exceeding lyrical about sputum: “I love sputum,” he said. “I can tell so much from it.” Hmmm.... I sent him my cartoon about confusion between sputum, mousse, yogurt and ice-cream pots for my hospital lunch.
Kx
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I was thinking as I read it Don, this is quite poetic for Don there must be a joke coming soon and there it was. It did make me laugh 😂 xx
Brilliant, but youcky done with such style. Made my day.
Oh, thank you Anne, I was beginning to feel a bit down with all the yucky responses I was getting. 🤣😘x
Reality matters, Don! Great poem! (I was always told that I was too "matter of fact"..so much so that I was the only one in our teen group without a photo of Elvis on my wall. I really liked Elvis, but I just couldn't understand why I would put a hole in my wall to hang a photo of someone who didn't even know me and who I would never meet.) ;-(
Excellent Don I was hoping it was a spider though 🤦♀️
I had no idea that my ailing friends were such a sensitive lot. Coughing up and seeing what I described, is one of the most satisfying things I do these days. 🤷♂️
I’m happy as long as it’s not blood - that always scares me!
Do you remember, or maybe it did not happen to you, but when a child in hospital, had a "sputum pot" by the bed, every night you had to fill, for their inspection.
Never mind as a child, they are still used and beloved by consultants.
K x
I've never had anyone interested in my sputum until quite recently. 😊
Shame. As a child I found the whole thing pleasantly gruesome.
Well, Don, I got it straight away! Such a perfect description of what goes on in our house on a regular basis!!
When I see it clinging like it does, I think it's no wonder I have such a job to move it sometimes. It's like glue!
You gave me a laugh as always - even if it was about the yukky stuff.
xx Moy
Yep ! I used to be a Respiratory nurse ( talk about ironic) & some patients produced so much we had to weigh it. The Consultant on his ward round loved to inspect each pot & his favourite word was "Purulent " and go on to tell the medical students "This sputum contains pus, composed of white blood cells, cellular debris, dead tissue, serous fluid, and viscous liquid (mucus)." Lovely😝
When I was a student nurse, I used to hate looking at sputum. I used to do it in the sluice where no one could hear my retching. Purple to exudate (fluid coming off wounds) was something I had no problem with though 🤔
Can definitely relate to that 😝😝x
I think men spitt into the basin.
Woman into toilet tissue down the toilet to flush away 😂
How to explain that I can't talk when I can't talk?!
Being caught out without your Inhaler
Kick-starts.
