Twas the Night Before Treatment…

Twas the night before treatment, when all through the house only crazies were stirring,

Hopefully not a mouse.

My socks, pants and a shirt were laid out with care,

In hopes that morning soon would be there.

The child quite grumpy was nestled all snug in his bed,

While visions of violent video games danced in his head.

And no mamma in her ‘kerchief, nor me in a cap,

Had just settled my brain with drugs, feeling like crap.

When out in the living room there arose such a clatter,

I sprang grudgingly from the bed to see what the hell was the matter.

Away to the door I walked slowly like a slow-motion flash,

Tore open the door and threw up on a sash.

Rock was there all in fur, from his head to his paw,

And the carpet was all stained yellow, is all that I saw.

He was scrawny and angry, definitely not a cheery elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!

A black glare in his eyes and bared sharp teeth from his tiny head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, thank goodness as you know,

Or I’d have ended up in the hospital I know that to be so.

I walked back to my bedroom, tired and sappy,

Thinking I sure hope tomorrow, is the start of some happy.

Tomorrow is the day... hopefully the start of a new life. I look forward to telling you all it went smashingly, but remember and remind me it takes at least three weeks to feel a difference!!!!