Anxiety
Anxiety Day 30: I'm having to go off prompt today with a pre-prepared poem, because my surgery is early this morning and there wouldn't be time to write something new. It's weird because l don't know if I'll be having a joint fusion (requiring a plaster cast) or a simpler procedure until I wake up after the operation. So I can't prepare myself like you normally would going into surgery. By the time you read this My foot will be invaded, Its fate will be decided. I'll not dissemble, I'm more than anxious - Not of the surgeon's knife Nor what they'll find inside The choice that will be made - But of immobility Dependence on crutches, Painkillers, Other people. I should be ready I've practiced using one leg For the things I've taken for granted: Getting in and out of bed Trips to the toilet Sliding up and down stairs on my behind. I've prepared the house With a thorough spring clean Cleared space for clumsy ...