Nervous

I'm on pins and needles waiting for test to come back on my sweet Ana Marie. I've been noticing as of late she's just not right. She doesn't play well and emitting awful sounds. Quite frankly she doesn't feel right in my hands. Sometimes I try and make her wail and cry just to see if we can get those old feelings back. Ana is getting a little old but I just know she still has it in her.
I dropped her off to the specialist that we had to drive fifty miles to get to. He was very gentle with her, laying her prone. He then looked down her back as if sighting a rifle. It was then he said that she was very sick but he could save her. Her neck was twisted and bulging. He would have to work on her over night with perhaps some surgery involved. So I left my Anna Marie in his very capable hands. You see it was he who made my sweet Anna Marie.
He who crafted her years ago from swamp ash, grover tuners, seymore duncan pickups and that beautiful neck. A rosewood neck that played every emotion one could ask for. I miss my guitar and wait for the phone call that all is well and once again I'll hold my sweet Ana Marie....... Sniff...