Operation

Time draws near for surgery, something that was never taken with great urgency. Two years of pain day in and day out, some days I just wanted to scream and shout. Endless pills of anti-inflammitories and narcotics, added with depression is enough to make you psychotic. Frustration of dealing with constant suffering in everyday life, longing every day to go under the knife. Carrying on with my mind and body numbed by medication, all the while destroying my marriage and corrupting my dedication. How am I to think rationally feeling like this? Feeling like I'm trapped in a abyss. Agony is subjective in mind and body, believe me when I tell you this is no hobby. Will you ever understand my vexation? Trying to walk with a wretched sensation. The clock is ticking towards operation, the outcome of which I hope is salvation.