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*Dropping a bad poem in my thread* Sung to this tune.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eF4N7vDkSQ4

All day, all night, Dr. Maryann
I'd like to hit her with a frying pan
Made me go through that silly scan
She must be part of the idiot clan
A lymph node was how it all began
Seeing her was a very poor plan
I'd be better off seeing a medicine man!
So here I sit in my gold caftan
Underneath the blades of the ceiling fan

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So in a nutshell.. Might as well make it a pecan (it rhymes), Dr. Maryanne, a seemingly clueless young 'un, found what she thought might be a lump under my right arm pit. She also said it could be a muscle or a tendon. She wasn't sure, but... It needed an ultrasound and I should also get a mammogram. She added that she didn't want to freak me oui or anything... All the while, freaking out herself and insisting that these tests be done right away.

They didn't get done right away because I have new, suckish insurance... The Dr. somehow mistook my perfectly normal lymph node for a lump. How she did this is beyond me and anyone else who has seen me. None of us saw a lump. Because there WAS NO LUMP!

Bah. Waste of a day. Waste of people's time. Waste of my money.

And another tune!


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UiHmeHZAc0s
 
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*Dropping a bad poem in my thread* Sung to this tune.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eF4N7vDkSQ4

All day, all night, Dr. Maryann
I'd like to hit her with a frying pan
Made me go through that silly scan
She must be part of the idiot clan
A lymph node was how it all began
Seeing her was a very poor plan
I'd be better off seeing a medicine man!
So here I sit in my gold caftan
Underneath the blades of the ceiling fan

---

So in a nutshell.. Might as well make it a pecan (it rhymes), Dr. Maryanne, a seemingly clueless young 'un, found what she thought might be a lump under my right arm pit. She also said it could be a muscle or a tendon. She wasn't sure, but... It needed an ultrasound and I should also get a mammogram. She added that she didn't want to freak me oui or anything... All the while, freaking out herself and insisting that these tests be done right away.

They didn't get done right away because I have new, suckish insurance... The Dr. somehow mistook my perfectly normal lymph node for a lump. How she did this is beyond me and anyone else who has seen me. None of us saw a lump. Because there WAS NO LUMP!

Bah. Waste of a day. Wast of people's time. Waste of my money.

And another tune!


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UiHmeHZAc0s

Not just a waste, but intensely worrying for you, tests and imaginations are disturbingly powerful together.
 
Not just a waste, but intensely worrying for you, tests and imaginations are disturbingly powerful together.

*I* wasn't personally worried but she tried to make me so. It was quite worrisom to those around me though.
 
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