Lucky am I to have another operation,
Pregnant with hope and opportunity,
More quality time.
My bowels are frozen,
My abdomen gradually tightening,
Like the skin on a timpani drum,
Over the last six days.
I have reached the tipping point,
No more food can be packed in.
She sits exhausted and anxious
In the cramped emergency room chair,
While I lay in the gurney,
IV drip into the left arm,
My index finger pointing my heartbeat,
Into the monitor.
Waiting for the doctor,
to review the x-rays
With my surgeon.
The levity of narcotics slowly wearing off,
I begin to feel,
The searing pain of my incision,
And the tightness of my belly.
© 2013 M. Tsai