I'm driving out of a hospital parking ramp with my parents. I drop them off and take another way back to the hospital.
I'm being prepared for surgery - I'm getting my gall bladder taken out. I'm anxious and afraid. In an attempt to calm myself I repeat to the surgeon the reason for the surgery, "There are risks with the surgery, but the risk of leaving my gall bladder in are greater." The surgeon relies that they're taking it out because I told them I really wanted it out.
Friday, April 2, 2010
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