Pareidolia

It would seem

I have a severe case

Looking at my new hip X-ray

The other day

I saw a face.

The nurse stated

It was my colon

I was extolling

To which I replied

Well, at least I’m not backed up.

She conceded this was true.

Then I showed her the  itchy rash on my back

You’re allergic to something

What do you think it is?

It might be the laundry detergent. I had used a Tide Pod in the wash recently. 

No, she replied, that’s a medicine rash.

You may be allergic to the antibiotic. I’ll add it to your chart.

Great, I thought. I took that for seven days. But at least it was a different antibiotic. Not one I normally take. 

The surgeon was backed up with another patient, so I opted to leave and see him next time.

I had such a good report that I wanted to make the staff laugh.

I promised next time to ride a skateboard down the hall,

But she was unshakeable and serious as a judge

And replied, “Don’t do that.”

I left, smirking, imagining what the heart doctors 

would say.

I think my Orthopedic surgeon would’ve smiled.