ABOUT MY OPERATION

System slowing down

All jammed up

Feeling the pain

Guts are shutting down

Begging for more time

Emergency trip to hospital,

Doc says surgery required ASAP.

I panic during prep time

After a lone, long wait for

Suitable donors. Donors

Because my guts need several

New parts. Essentially, they

Are planning a full gut replacement.

Finally. Finally, a suitable donor

Declared a match. They wheel us into

Th ER after a brief hello encounter.

I can hardly breathe. Time becomes

The Essence.

Then the world turned black.

When I regained consciousness,

After the fog cleared, they told me

It was indeed a full gut transplant.

That they ripped mine out and

Threw it away. They

Gave me his, the donor’s, he who

Was dying from fatal injuries in

A motorcycle crash. And parts from

two others, whom I never even saw

I had declared that I wanted a goat’s

Gut. But what I got was really

The greatest of all time, anyway.

Why oh why didn’t I watch my diet?

Why did I always overload? Well,

The new, slim me sill watch that.

Still feel a bit dizzy from it all,

A bit wobbly, and a bit optimistic,

I get the call to be sent home.

I’m ready for the world again.

Thanks to Dr. Don.

Hello Herb. I’m back.

At your service.

—Welcome Home Lapdog One.

I’ve missed you terribly. I

Couldn’t blog without you.

It was torture. OH, but not

The kind of torture gut

Replacement must have been.
Any way, let’s go to work.

My typing fingers are ready.

I will massage you daily.

Image by Sasin Tipchai from Pixabay