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This week’s prompt: one or all: pat/pet/pit/pot/put
‘That hurt?’
‘No.’
‘Good,’ said my doctor ‘I’ve put plenty of anaesthetic into your armpit to keep it quiet for some time. With potluck we’ll get all the nasties out and you’ll be a new man.’
As he patted and poked my arm I looked at the light above me and thought what a crock of shit life was that I had inherited genes from my parents that contained so many things designed to make life difficult for me.
He asked me if I had any pets and then began the long discussion of the virtues of the dogs we both had. It was a worthwhile conversation as it took my mind off his digging and scraping my armpit and side removing the growths that had appeared and to me were somewhat unsightly.
I just hoped he kept his mind on the job and wasn’t put off by my gripe of having to pick up dog poo every day.
‘It’s what they do,’ he said, stitching up my side, dabbing away the blood which he said was oozing out of me.
In the pit of my stomach I felt a nagging doubt that there was more to this than first met the eye.
Pathology was being taken and in a few days he’d know the results. There was no place for pity I reasoned, be tall and accept what came back, life would go on no matter what.
I thought it probably a good time now to start to put back into the community some of what I had taken from it over the years.
My Aunty Pat, and her pet cattle dog Lucky, spent so much of her time stirring the pot of dissent putting us all offside with her when in fact she lived in a pit of despair.
I decided to start with her and right a few wrongs like changing my attitude of wanting to throw her into the towns tar pit. Rather it was time to pat her on the head and tell her I held no grudges, put our sordid past behind us and return grandma’s chamber pot, which had sat under my bed all these years.
As the doctor tied off my last stitch I felt this new resolution take hold of me and put me in a more positive frame of mind than when I entered the surgery.
Written for: http://lindaghill.com/2015/03/13/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-march-1415/
Morpethroad 
Well, you certainly made good use of all the words, Michael. I haven’t seen a chamber pot in a lot of years. My Nana had a white enameled one with red roses and blue forget-me-nots on it. When I was little, I used to wear it on my head as a helmet when fighting dragons 🙄
Chamber pots have disappeared as such. My granny had one too. Thanks for stopping by.
Clever use of words here Michael… Engaging as always.
Thanks praj for stopping by.
Nice use of the prompt. State of mind is what makes a good or poor life. Thanks.
Thank you John, appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.
Well, you certainly used the words! 😉
Of course, I love the challenge of doing so. Thanks Jackie for stopping by.
Wow! Well done, Michael! You really put those words to good use. 🙂
Thank you Linda, good challenge this week.
Very interesting use of all the words! Do you really have a “town tar pit?”
Our ‘town tar pit’ is more metaphorical so to speak. Thanks for stopping by.
Covered all bases quite nicely. 🙂
Thanks so much Hope.
I love the idea of a chamber pot as a peace offering. I also love cattle dogs.
That was a fun ride! =)
Thank you so much.
Hope all went well with your recovery and pathology report. You took your aunt’s chamber pot? I know they are collectables.
I’m sore today but I’ll be ok thanks for the well wishes.
I hope the pathology reports are clean and clear. Glad you were able to heal a little regarding your aunt.
Thank you Joy, all is good in the world.
Yes it is.
Perfect example showing attitude is a matter of choice, Michael. This sounds so like you. 🙂
It does? My goodness I’ll have to be more careful in revealing things about myself….lol Thanks Mandy for stopping by, hope you have a great evening.
I’m always looking for the real you in your writing, Michael. I think I can usually spot it–the silly, the tender, the ornery, the fanciful… Why, come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone with quite so many sides! It’s very hard to get bored. 😀 I mean all of this in the most affectionate way, lol.