Tomorrow I’ll have surgery, in a pandemic. And my brain keeps saying I’m going to die.
I know that sounds terribly dramatic. It is terribly dramatic, to be frank, given how very pedestrian hysterectomies are. And yet, it’s a terror I can’t shake.
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