I tried very hard to listen to the doctor.
Words kept coming out of his mouth.
Did I understand what he was saying?
Prolapsed organs and surgery is necessary.
What organs was he speaking about?
The doctor kept talking and explaining.
Additional information wasn’t helping.
Prolapsed? What does this mean?
Organs are falling out of me?
The doctor affirmed my understanding.
He must have meant my heart.
My heart was surely prolapsing.
As heavy as it was, as much as it hurt.
I would have to hold my chest.
Apply pressure to the wound.
My aching heart.
My now prolapsed heart.
Sometimes my heart swung so low.
I would have to pick it up.
It needed to be tucked back into place.
Put back where I thought it should go.
The doctor reached out and touched me.
Hand on my arm he sighed.
Your heart isn’t prolapsing.
It is the only organ that is not.
He must be wrong.
He doesn’t know what he is saying.
Doesn’t he see the pain?
Can he not see the wound?
Pressure has been applied.
Accommodations have been made.
Your heart is strong.
It is what is carrying through each day.
I think I need a second opinion.
Still convinced he doesn’t have a clue.
He promises he will fix my body.
But never says a word about my heart.
Your heart isn’t the issue.
You need to understand this.
Prolapses have now been fixed.
My heart still requires pressure.
The wound is still present.