Five Senses in Surgery

Do my eyes deceive me, or is that robin real?
Are my ears playing tricks? I can hear a church bell peel.
The scent of roses fills my room, my senses tell me so.
My flowing blood and joyous heart tell me the pain will go.
The familiar touch of my nurse’s hand tells me all is well.
Wake up, and smile! She said to me, everything went swell.
Now! Drink this up, she gaily cooed, It’s nectar from the vine.
I swallowed hard and what’d you know, it tasted like vintage wine.
I never dreamed five senses could so largely loom
To make all of them appreciated in an operating room.