It was the big day. The one I’d been apprehending. Heart surgery. Damn. I’d had knee surgery before. The only fun thing about that was the crazy dreams on general anesthetic.
I was lying down in the operating theater. The operation was moments away.
Doctor Jenkins came into the room. He had a strange look on his face. The nurse asked him if everything was alright. That’s reassuring I thought. Just knock me out so I don’t have to witness this, please.
“No all’s not alright, I won’t be able to do the heart surgery.”
“But why not!?” The nurse and I simultaneously inquired.
“I’ve had a change of heart.”