Blip

Post-surgery,
skull-retrofitting surgery,
thing have been well
these past several weeks.
Moving well
in the right direction.
It gave me hope
that
perhaps
just maybe
less pain
for me
forever.
That is a powerful thing.
Then last night
the most innocuous setback
hit.
It hit hard.
Hope trampled
by despair.
A recalcitrance,
minute as it was,
singing alarms
and what ifs? and so on.
Now today
feeling an existential hangover.
Subdued and unenthused.
Where does hope go?
I'd like it back,
please.