“It’s no big deal,” I smiled
to the nurse, hoping she could
see it through my double mask.

“It will be,” she said, “but
worth it in the long run. Don’t
make plans for a couple of days.”

It was nothing really, no
big deal all afternoon and well
into the evening, but in the night
rolling onto that arm, the deal grew.

Today I feel like I went ten
rounds with the needle, and that
is a fight you are not going to win,
so I told the referee to end it
on a TKO before it decked me.