///Hold up Miss Polly! Your Doc Has it Wrong

Hold up Miss Polly! Your Doc Has it Wrong

You all know how the song goes, ‘Miss Polly had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick…’

In fact, most of us would know it and know it really well.

I consider myself to be some kind of role model and I have supposedly learned a few things about ‘being sick’.

But recently, while singing this song to my 1 year old (great) nephew, I came to a screeching halt mid rhyme. 

Theo, my nephew’s father and myself were all in lovely sync, until I came to the Dr script bit.

Let’s take it from the top…

Miss Polly had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick.

So she called for the doctor to come quick, quick, quick.

The doctor came with his bag and his hat

And he knocked on the door with a rat-a-tat-tat.

He looked at the dolly and he shook his head

And he said “Miss Polly, put her straight to bed!”

He wrote on a paper for a… 

a…. 

a…. p p  pp  pp… shoot, a pill, pill, pill!!!!!!!! 

So this is where the pill business all began… or rather, where this pill business begins! It’s Miss Polly and the doctor!

This explains much about the learned  ‘pill, pill, pill’ behaviour and I’m now wondering which pharma company wrote this rhyme. 

Let’s change the song, shall we? 

Assuming Miss Polly and her dolly are dealing with pain, how about we dump the pills?

Let’s consider our options (without ruining a great rhyme!).

We don’t want Miss Polly to give her Dolly the pill, pill, pill as a first resort. And we’ve also learned we don’t want to keep the dolly (and Miss Polly!) still, still, still’!!!

My experience tells me

Dolly is going to need some serious will, will, will.

It’s bloody hard work being sick, sick, sick and not being one of those lucky few who can take the pill, pill, pill without later feeling more ill, ill, ill. Yes, I have a few friends who manage very well on their small doses – many people do.

But for Miss Polly, for the Dr and the dolly I believe the script is for new skill, skill, skill and a treadmill (mill, mill) while dolly regains her strength and hopefully eventually conquers the hill, hill, hill.

The ultimate would be if Dolly finds regains her mood as well and feels well enough to pick a daffodil, dill, dill on her walk up (and down) the hill, hill, hill.

Unfortunately, I don’t have a way for Miss Polly to avoid the medical ‘bill, bill, bill’. Buy if Miss Polly follows the new rhyme (and what science tells us – I didn’t make this up!) and approaches dolly’s pain management without rest and medication, in the long run there won’t be as many bills, bills, bills.

I now bring you the 2018 version of Miss Polly…

Miss Polly had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick.

So she called for the doctor to come quick, quick, quick.

The doctor came with his bag and his hat

And he knocked on the door with a rat-a-tat-tat.

He looked at the dolly and he shook his head

And he said “Miss Polly, get her straight out of bed!”

Your dolly, Miss Polly, needs to move, move, move

I’ll be back in the morning with some grooves, grooves, grooves

By |2018-12-10T12:48:26+00:00December 10th, 2018|The pain|1 Comment

One Comment

  1. Sue Carey December 11, 2018 at 1:37 am - Reply

    Brilliant! Absolutely love this inspiring post Soula. Thank You! xx xx

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