...after nearly thirty-six hours away. My first time in an operating room since, well, my first time in an operating room, on which occasion I weighed under seven pounds. My first time overnighting in Walnut Creek CA since I abused the hospitality of a young woman's parents there in 1973. No chest-cutting necessary, but they did install two "stents." Apparently, had I waved away the symptoms much longer, these were going to tug more vigorously at my sleeve. I quite liked the happy juice the introduced into my bloodstream for the procedure, which made the ordeal seem to be happening to someone else; conceived a deep loathing of hospital patient "gowns." I look forward to sleeping at home this evening untethered to banks of whirring, beeping medical kit.
with considerable fatigue,
with considerable fatigue,