Don't talk to me
I'm doing my best to be well,
But I admit it's a battle royale,
A literal war from the pits of hell.
It all started one
With a terrible pain in my side;
'It must be something I e't', said I,
As I doubled over in pain and cried.
'I'm having a
medical emergency!' I yelled.
'Call the doctor! Dial 911 quick!
For I am feeling mighty poorly,
I am sick, sick, sick!'
Soon I heard the
blare of sirens
And saw the flashing red lights,
The EMTs arrived and scooped me up
And we sped away into the night.
They took me to
the hospital with haste
And wheeled me into the ER,
The lights were glaring and people were staring
As I writhed in pain, feeling Oh, so bizarre.
They took me to an examining room
And stripped off some of my clothes,
Then in walked the doctors and nurses,
My problem surely one of them knows.
to be your problem?"
The doctor said to me,
'It must be my liver,' I replied.
Please check it out to see!
So they looked me
up and down
And poked me through and through,
They made me pee in a cup
And took a blood sample, too.
man to X-Ray! ordered the doctor
And see what you can find;
Something clearly isn't right with him-
His pain is real, not a figment of his
So they wheeled me
down to X-Ray
And shot pictures of my chest
I hoped that what showed up on film
Would be a successful test.
Stones! the doctor exclaimed!
Your gallbladder is filled to the brim,
We need to operate right way
Otherwise your prognosis is very grim!"
Stones inside of me? I gasped!
How can it be?" I replied;
"I have never eaten stones in all my life,
Otherwise I would have died!"
The doctor then
explained to me
That stones are a common plight;
"The body forms them over time, said he,
So be not anxious or uptight!
We will take good
care of you, the doctor said,
And solve this problem quick,
For we remove gallbladders all the time,
Especially those that are stone-sick."
"But my body
came with a gallbladder, I cried,
So do not take it out!
There must be a good reason why it's there,
Give me time to think, lest I start to
I was clearly on
the horns of a dilemma
And did not know what to do,
The thought of surgery raced through my head,
I was bewildered, confused, and troubled, too.
I could not bear
the doctor's advice
And did not want to hear his rant anymore,
So I took my gallbladder, stones, and pain
And headed out the door.
It was a long, painful night as I struggled
To find the answer to my stones,
Surely a better answer is out there, thought I
As I uttered painful, deep moans and groans.
'Twas then that I
That I had once bought a little book,
Cleansing or Surgery was its name,
So I hunted it down to give it a serious look.
Hallelujah! I shouted!
The answer to my stones is here!
I will do the kidney-gallbladder cleanse
That will make my stones disappear!"
So with joy I
began the four-day clean-out,
Drinking only apple juice and water,
Then took a swig of olive oil and lemon
To push the stones out of my bladder.
The next day I
passed a pile of stones,
They were floating in the commode,
Small, medium, and large were they-
An ugly, green color like that of a toad.
To my surprise,
the stones passed freely-
No discomfort or pain did I feel,
They exited my body quietly,
"My stones are gone!" I did squeal!
My gallbladder is
now super happy
And I admit that I am, too;
I have learned a mighty, big lesson
In all that I have gone through.
I now have changed
No more stone-forming foods for me;
I juice, eat fresh salads and smoothies
And exercise regularly.
I thank my Father
For showing me a better way to live;
He rescued me from a stony gallbladder
All praise and honor to Him I give!