It’s been a full 12 months now
Since I had my operation.
I know that talking about it
Will be an aggravation.
But maybe if I bore you with it
The details I will recall.
There are three days of my life
I don’t remember at all.
I remember going to the hospital
Before the light of day
Carrying an overnight bag
Just in case of a stay.
It was to be a simple procedure,
It shouldn’t take so very long.
An angioplasty is what I would get
To make my blood flow strong.
Thirteen days later is when I left
With a scar on leg and chest
I was told that I had been a lucky guy;
But wasn’t told any of the rest.
I suppose I had a heart attack
That came unexpectedly.
But not knowing it was happening
Was just fine with me.
When I awoke it was in the ICU
With nurses all around
Questions I was being asked
To see if my mind was sound.
"What is your name?" and
"Do you know where you are?"
I didn’t know the answers;
The voices came from afar.
The fog soon lifted from my mind
And I’m well in every way.
But I am still confused about
What really happened to me that day
It was an interesting experience
But not one I wish to repeat.
And I hope it will be some years yet
Before my maker I will meet.
jhs