surgery was a good time

I put my hospital socks on the other day and paced around the house. It brought me back to the time when I had an operation to remove a golf-ball sized cyst in my throat.

I sat back on the hospital bed as all these men in scrubs came in with their clipboards and told me they were going to take good care of me.

It was nice hearing that, like I mattered to someone. It was a warm feeling when I took to the cold hospital floor.

I’d like to go back to that.

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