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Welcome to Surgery


A comfy chair

Feet are comfortable

Nurse asks me questions

I answer them

My mom is supporting me through this

The room feels oddly calm

The calmness soon turns to fear

My arm heated in a warm blanket

The warmth is comforting

Reality sinks in

The anesthesiologist tells me jokes

The IV gets put into my wrist

I’m asked to stand

I walk with the nurse to the OR

My heart is pounding in my chest

We turn the corner

There it is.

The bed.

Hopefully its over quickly.

– James

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