I got to the ambulatory surgery center, soup and book in hand, expecting to wait perhaps half an hour then head home with a loopy friend.
But sometimes a simple surgery isn’t so simple.
Now, I’m waiting, worrying beside a too quiet hospital bed.
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I got to the ambulatory surgery center, soup and book in hand, expecting to wait perhaps half an hour then head home with a loopy friend.
But sometimes a simple surgery isn’t so simple.
Now, I’m waiting, worrying beside a too quiet hospital bed.