My playful ditty BIONIC NONNY [pronounced NAH’nee} explores the wonderful age of medical miracles in which we live! What surgeons can repair in a broken or degenerate body is amazing!
Surgery, hospitals, and rehabilitation facilities are certainly not what I think of when I contemplate a pleasant experience or a time of vacation. However, after my last surgical procedure, which was knee replacement, I did find myself scribbling a funny little ditty of a song on a scrap of paper.
I was branding myself to my grandchildren as “Bionic Nonny” before this song was ever written. Here’s how I took on that nickname!
In a prior conversation with someone I was bemoaning the fact that I was like an old car having to have parts replaced when he said, “That’s a good thing! You’re bionic now. You’re Bionic Nonny!”
“Well,” I told him, “This is my last surgery. That’s it!”
WORD OF CAUTION! To graphic artists and trained musicians, let me say, “Please excuse the awkward scribbles of a post-surgery patient.” I was trying to combat pain and boredom during long, tedious twenty-four hour days while captured in a rehabilitation center. My pressing mental questions were when the next pain pill could be taken, and what time the next meal would arrive.
In an attempt to amuse myself, I wrote out the words and music of BIONIC NONNY which began flitting around in my head. Maybe you will also be entertained by my light-hearted song about my participation in our medical fix-it society! If you don’t read music or you have trouble deciphering my chicken scratch, just skip on down to the easier-to-read version!
Verse 1) One day soon driving her car she’ll be
Nonny with her new bi-o-o-nic knee!
Verse 2) One day soon over the road she’ll zip
Nonny with her new bi-o-o-nic hip!
Verse 3) One day soon in her red car you’ll spy
Nonny with her new bi-o-o-nic eyes!
Verse 4) Are there any other parts to fix?
Nonny smiles and then she says, “Th-at’s it!”
By Connie Carlisle Polley, 2018-2019