One wing in a sling

November 7, 2016

I’m listening to the steady rhythmic beeps of a myriad of medical machines, the scuffing of feet through the hallway behind the curtain, the chatter of nurses. My body is laid out on the hospital bed, just a gown and sweaty palms beneath the sheets. I am trying to relax, I’m breathing deeply and calmly but my clammy hands are an easy tell that my nervous system knows what’s coming. The IV in my left hand and the permanent marker...

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