Sir Jury
by Rachel
May 10th, 2004
*written before my last huge "sir jury" (surgery)*
"Sir Jury",
Why must you visit me?
So sudden and frightening
Interrupting the flow inside me
Shocking my core
Causing me to freeze
I will meet your boss
Tomorrow
A life-changing day
Please, be kind,
Mr. Sir Jury.
Love,
Rachel
Rachel
While, I am not having surgery quite as dramatic, severe or traumatic as the one in the poem, I am having surgery a week from today. And thankfully, it's not cancer-related. It's a 'normal' surgery for people my age-wisdom teeth removal. They finally have started hurting-we knew it was only a matter of time. And timing is alright- midterm stuff will be done=less homework, I have a rare unscheduled weekend after that and people to take me and help out if I'm sick.
Still, it's annoying. Surgery is no fun and usually more complicated because of my past. I opted to be knocked out (been awake for too many things that I'd rather forget and asleep for many more). Hopefully, all will go well and the recovery will be minimal. Let's hope, that's all we can do.
I am off to do more fun things...like get ready for the photoshoot tonight.
Today, I am thankful for: friends, family and having not had surgery in awhile.
Peace.
Rachel
