ANOTHER THEATRE THE DOOR SWANG, THE STRETCHER SCREECHED IN, I WAVED TO THEM, THEY WISHED- THE DOOR CLOSED. A VISTA OF SURGICAL TERMS OPENED AS I WAITED FOR THE SCALPEL. IT WAS WARM WITHIN AND THE SCENT OF THE SANITIZED CORRIDOOR SEEPED SLOWLY INSIDE ME. THE THOUGHT OF EVER BE ABLE TO BE BACK WAS ALMOST GONE. A MAN AND A WOMAN WERE WHEELED PAST, A BEARDED MAN IN SALT AND PEPPER INTRODUCED HIMSELF. SOMEONE PULLED ME INSIDE- SURGICAL LIGHTS WERE ON. PROTECTIVE CAP GIVEN, VINYL GLOVES APPEARED, RACKS OF CHEMICALS, MONITORS, CAMERA- 12 05 ON THE CLOCK. FELT LIKE UPON THE RACK. AS A MAN SHAVED MY ARM IN CAME A CHANNEL AND A PULSE-OXYMETER. THEY SAID MY SURGEON WOULD COME, VERY SOON- THE BEARDED MAN IN SALT AND PEPPER APPEARED AGAIN. HE ASKED ME HOW MANY FAGS I TAKE DAILY AND IF I HAD A GIRLFRIEND. A MASK APPEARED AND HE SAID IT WAS OXYGEN, I KNEW THE OMNIPRESENCE. 12 07. "ARE YOU NERVOUS?", HE ASKED- FELT ALL MY BLOOD-CELLS RUSHING AND THEN NONE. ARINDAM
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