Post-op blues
by L.C.
Gazing up at the hospital ceiling John felt a tear dribble
from the corner of his eye. Life was so unfair, he thought, feeling the edge of
a get well card in his hands.
His former wife Anne had sent it. Twenty-five years divorced
but he’d never really got over it. The pain of rejection was almost worse than
the discomfort he now felt, washed by morphine of course. It meant a lot that
se cared enough to bother. The family was great. They seemed to have coped in
spite of having stupid parents who couldn’t get along. And the grandchildren a
r4al bonus.
A heart by-pass operation was not how he thought he’d be
spending his 66th birthday. Bad genes. Bad luck. Bad choice, he
thought - but a wonderful life in spite of it.
He just hoped for more.
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