Flutter Stutter

A heart arrythmix, was it all in my
head? Candor, doctor, the towels spun
against the axis of my spinal rotation,
knee tick, tighter quadricep and a 
backdrop that only a green blood
soup mix could love.

Walker up but only barely,
stumble ground was mindful
fairly upon the not-quite terror
of an early night that could have
gone a lot worse, given, if I may,
the fortitude failing flutter.