As I laid on the gurney the nurses were going about their business getting things ready before wheeling me into the operating room. I lay there watching them connect various pieces of machinery to my to monitor my vital signs.
The “procedure” was supposed to be relatively simple and I should be back to normal in a few days or weeks. I’m not a big fan of the medical community as a whole so this reassurance didn’t leave me feeling all that great. But after a recent set of tests I knew I had little choice but to go through this.