When something serious goes wrong with your body, you think, 'This is it.' This was my day today.


Four O'Clock

Between the minutes,
The seconds stopped
As I waited and worried
About things
That could
Forever change my life.

The clock slowed,
And time's chime
Became a loud ringing
In my head
And heart,
As I waited for the 'word.'

The tests were done,
The doctors conferred,
And my life came to a halt.
I waited alone,
For the phone
To let me die, or live today.

At four o'clock it finally rang,
And I knew the number on the ID,
The office was calling
I grabbed the phone,
Surgery is scheduled,
You will be fine to live again.




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2006-04-13 at 03:44

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Veld Cooper
OMG I can relate to this one, dear Morpheus! Sounds like a complete oxymoron, but I'm so glad it can be cured by surgery! Please if you have the time give me an update - have been away and offline.
2006-04-27


penfold18
Been through this myself , very well written.
2006-04-13


Jon Hanover
Well the worst for me was fevering up and going to the hospital and having them do an ultrasound to see if my gall baldder was shot. Turns out it was my liver so I still need to get that replacement surgery done down the road. Glad it turned out ok for you. You really did capture the anxiety perfectly.
2006-04-13


Kathy Lockhart
So well expressed. The anxiety of the "wait" is tremendous. It seems like time takes a very long nap while those who are waiting are wide-eyed with "what ifs." I am thankful for your good news.
Kathy
2006-04-13


Troll
Well I am glad it was good news (well surgery is never fun, but it sounded like a happy ending). You described well your anxiety here, and I hope it helped to syphon some of it off. :)
2006-04-13