When I recovered from bright light,
they assured me I had only two eyes.
When I recovered from scattering sound,
they assured me I had only two ears.
When I recovered from the scent of antiseptic,
they assured me there were roses.
When I recovered from the taste of blood,
they assured me there was cinnamon and marjoram.
When I recovered from the doctor’s slap
they assured me there would be many rough calls into life.