I was up early had a shower and was smelling
like newly opened jar of honey.
Underwear and clean socks a must and I combed
my five strands of delicate hair.
The pacemaker did not work properly, not that
I had noticed as I`m not a marathon runner.
At the hospital, they told me the surgery was
postponed till the end of the month and to
think I had been awake all night worrying about it.
I didn`t throw a tantrum, not a good idea amongst
cardiac patients, my wife did the smiling.
There was shaking of hands with the personal
we had breakfast I glowed over my lack of grumpiness
but I didn`t tell anyone I was secretly glad I do not
like surgeons, they are secret mass murderers whose
kismet stopped them from using an axe.