There was this inflating deflating balloon on my inguinals we call as hernia,
It was so easy to advice the patients to have a surgery, but found myself inadvisable.
Things moved and I found myself under the glare of the theatre lights.
Neatly scrubbed and shaved and drugged and even called a friendly “hi”
To the surgeon and told him “I spy Jayavel(the name of surgeon)behind the mask”.
They handled me with professional deftness of the best of the trade,
I received the care of a kid and was given the garden room
The cooing kuyil and the monsoon drizzle and the concern of my lady
Made them doctors to find me fit, to make way for more of my type to treat, in two days.
I am at home still with the stitches, but allowed to walk and work and get myself back to shape with the happiness of my patients without their worries.