The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Folly McSpade Thrower

I once met a master surgeon and he was an ace in the bedroom too, so told me by his wife one day (I must blush here but it is a factor in this tale to really know the person at hand).
I once scrubbed in for Folly.  He asked me to hand him a scalpel and I did.  He asked me to hand him some forceps and that I handed to him.  Then he asked me to scrub out and turn on the radio.  I did as the Master Surgeon requested.  But sadly for Folly, I could not scrub back into surgery.  The problem was that the door to the sinks was locked by his own orders so as not to let too many new nurses view his operation.  And noone else was scrubbed in for surgery.   I was sad that now Folly was forced to find and retreive his own instruments without a scrub tech to hand them to him.   I turned on the Music and Folly began to sing.  But the scary thing is that Folly had forgotten that a scrub tech was no longer scrubbed in for surgery and Folly could not proceed with his case.  Folly learned later that his patient could not live as he no longer had the tools to close the patients wound and finish the surgery at hand.  So Folly now lives in a smaller house with a smaller paycheck.  He remembers me once in a while and sadly, he does not wish to speak to me now.  I must say that I was glad to be a friend and assistant to Folly McSpade Thrower, but now I must say that I pity him immensely.  Had Folly been able to consider that other people need to be educated and that his show is never going to be off the air (he was that great in the bedroom his wife said.  Just kidding.  He had no wife.   He was a surgeon all day and all night.  She never existed.  So he was just a master surgeon), Folly might have met his wife that he dreamed of meeting one day.  But unfortunately his home could only contain a small bed that he could only sleep in alone now that his house was smaller than the house he was building by being a surgeon.  I miss the idea that Folly might have had children, but sadly Folly is now crying twenty four hours a day and he misses his scrub tech even though he never will admit it. 

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