August #17

On the way into surgery
I wouldn't speak to the doctor.
It was my first time, you see,
I didn't have any questions,
and I was scared.

When I woke up
the first thing I said
(to my mother)
was
"I'm sorry I was rude
I need to apologize."
(This was through the tears
left over
from before they knocked me out.)

And she must've smiled,
or something.
It was hard to focus.
But when he came in
the first thing I did
was apologize.
I was scared.
I hadn't meant to be rude,
I just didn't want to talk
when he was asking me all those questions.
He laughed,
and I had no pain.
It was good.