Hospital sounds and smells. My bride and three nurses Surround me, comfort me. Scrubs. Questions. Needles. Surgeon arrives, fly unzipped. It’s too awkward to tell him. He marks the incision spot, Reassures me, and departs. I’m sleepy, drifting, dreamy. Jolly discovery, that bulge below the belly... An inguinal hernia. Likely earned in the saddle of a bike, pedaling upward on mountain roads, ...
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Fading
There will be days For telemark turns, Nordic kick glides, And windsurfing jibes... But, the doc says, When stuck at your desk, Clench and unclench Your stomach and butt. Drink lots of water. It’ll make you pee. For to pee, you see, Will make you move. (Source: "Fountain of Fading Youth", 40x41: Midlife Crisis Postponed) First, third and fourth stanzas of a lighthearted ...