Friday, December 16, 2016

Hippy, Hoppy Christmas!



On the first day of Christmas my left hip gave to me:
one visit to the surgeon.

On the second day of Christmas my left hip gave to me: 
two diamante crutches, one visit to the surgeon.

On the third day of Christmas my left hip gave to me: 
three minute wheat bags, two diamante crutches, one visit to the surgeon. 

On the fourth day of Christmas my left hip gave to me: 
four hourly pain medication, three minute wheat bags, 
two diamante crutches, one visit to the surgeon. 

On the fifth day of Christmas my left hip gave to me: 
fifty moans and groans, four hourly pain medication, three minute wheat bags, 
two diamante crutches, one visit to the surgeon. 

On the sixth day of Christmas my left hip gave to me: 
six staring people, fifty moans and groans, four hourly pain medication, 
three minute wheat bags, two diamante crutches, one visit to the surgeon. 

On the seventh day of Christmas my left hip gave to me: 
seven sleepless nights, six staring people, fifty moans and groans,
 four hourly pain medication, three minute wheat bags,
 two diamante crutches, one visit to the surgeon. 

On the eighth day of Christmas my left hip gave to me: 
eight suggested 'remedies', seven sleepless nights, six staring people, 
fifty moans and groans, four hourly pain medication, three minute wheat bags,
 two diamante crutches, one visit to the surgeon.

On the ninth day of Christmas my left hip gave to me: 
nine Netflix movies,eight suggested 'remedies', seven sleepless nights,
 six staring people, fifty moans and groans, four hourly pain medication, 
three minute wheat bags, two diamante crutches, one visit to the surgeon. 

On the tenth day of Christmas my left hip gave to me:
 ten multiplied by ten silent tears, nine Netflix movies eight suggested 'remedies',
 seven sleepless nights, six staring people, fifty moans and groans, 
four hourly pain medication, three minute wheat bags, 
two diamante crutches, one visit to the surgeon.

On the eleventh of Christmas my left hip gave to me:
 eleven minutes to put my socks on, ten multiplied by ten silent tears, 
nine Netflix movies, eight suggested 'remedies', seven sleepless nights, 
six staring people, fifty moans and groans, four hourly pain medication, 
three minute wheat bags, two diamante crutches, one visit to the surgeon. 

On the twelfth day of Christmas my left hip gave to me:
 twelve deep breaths, eleven minutes to put my socks on, 
ten multiplied by ten silent tears, nine Netflix movies,
 eight suggested 'remedies', seven sleepless nights, 
six staring people, fifty moans and groans,
 four hourly pain medication, three minute wheat bags,
two diamante crutches, one visit to the surgeon!!!

AND THE BEST PRESENT OF A CORTISONE INJECTION