65. The What If
Game
The next morning I asked Margaret how she was holding
up. She was scheduled for surgery the
following day.
“I was worrying myself sick,” Margaret said, “then my husband
and I played the ‘what if’ game.”
“The ‘what if’ game?” I asked.
“When I’m worried, I come up with horrible ‘what ifs.’ He
answers with a wonderful or a silly what if.
I asked him, ‘What if the surgeon’s drunk and operates on the wrong hip?’
He said, ‘What if the surgeon’s so good you’re dancing the next day?’ I asked, ‘What
if I’m allergic to the anesthesia, have a stroke, and you have to take care of
me 24/7?’ He answered, ‘What if a side effect of the anesthesia is an
uncontrollable desire to cook gourmet meals for your husband wearing nothing
but a short apron?” Margaret blushed a little and laughed. “I think he spent too much time at sea.”
“Sounds like a great game,” I said.
“If you’re gonna dwell on bad what ifs, you might as well
think about the good ones too.”
Today I
will play both sides of the ‘what if’ game.
Life on Life's Terms III (c) 2016 by
Ken Montrose
Life on Life's Terms III is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the
characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
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