Minor Medical Misery

I knew exams would be a challenge, so
I pre-rewarded yesterday: a meal
comprising food and friendship – eating slow
and talking fast – was just my kind of deal.
I have to sacrifice this morning’s glow
to eye exam – those drops have no appeal.
By 2 I’ll leave for dental prods and pokes.
At my age, such attention is no hoax.

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