T-1

I have pieces of a weird childhood chant stuck in my mind and I can only remember bits and pieces.

..after the macaroni, we’ll have onion..

or is it

..pickles and peppers and we’ll have onion..

Honestly, it doesn’t really matter because the reason I have it in my head is because of this next part:

Second verse, same as the first, but a little bit louder and a little bit worse!

That’s what this surgery feels like.

Part two of a movie, that is good, but not as amazing as the orginal.

Numero dos.

Part deux.

Only time will tell if my skewed view is humor or reality. I have my fingers crossed for ‘humor.’

Right now, what I am going through is hard. I am in a lot of pain. But, this isn’t the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. Or, for that matter, it isn’t the hardest thing I will go through. Tomorrow is going to absolutely be horrendous!

But.

What a small little word! Only three letters. But.

It’s a small word that holds tremendous power!

But!

I have the opportunity to change the second half of the sentence. I have the opportunity to change my life.

I choose what comes next.

I have pain, BUT I will get through this.

The surgery will be hard, BUT it won’t last forever.

Recovery will keep me at home, BUT I will continue to write.

It’s all good. This will be good. I will be good.

As long as I can get that rhyme out of my head!