Passing The Test

The fun will begin later today - the Doctor’s idea 

is to have me play a wider role, & more’n merely 

patient; his belief’s that indigenous gathering of 

data, which doesn’t need his antiseptic surgery 

is less likely to be contaminated - or prejudiced 

with ‘clinical’ effects I seem to be shackled to… 

Weirdly, my body’s reaction to even mundane & 

routine medical procedures switches ‘react and 

defend’ onto overdrive - pulse rate increases, & 

if giving blood, the flow slows & then ceases; it 

isn’t a mystery - it began back when th’ School 

Health nurses ran local inoculation series - and 

Altho ‘supposedly routine’ health checks, I was, 

to put it mildly, scared out of my wits as th’ end 

results had impacts invariably out of balance to 

the norms of our back-country reality; but it did 

persuade me to keep medicine out of my future 

ambitions - as yet, and so far, with no regrets… 

But here’m I, now assigned a duty to record my 

blood pressure data, with the Doctor’s portable 

machine, six times a day - bloody hell, what’s it 

all leading to. Tho’ I should take a positive view, 

and, as my Lis Sis suggests, engage positively, 

who knows, it may be crucial t’ passing th’ test 

© 28 February 2018, I. D. Carswell