Granted
You take a lot of things for granted. You take for granted your physical health. That’s cliché, but it’s also true. For years, I ate crap and taxed my body with irregular meals. One day, I woke up and found I was suddenly fructose and lactose intolerant. I also found I was reactive hypoglycemic. Just like that. I’m sure that, in actuality, I was deteriorating into those conditions, my body regulating normalcy until it could no more, like a button whose twine frays but allows the button to still function until it finally snaps clean off. You take for granted your mental health, that you’ll always have the resiliency to…
Post-Surgery.
I’ve had surgery a few times in my life. The thought of it doesn’t worry me. It’s the post-surgery I’m apprehensive about – knowing I’ll wake up with pain. The anaesthesiologist told me what they’d be giving me afterwards, including the painkiller Ketamine. She told me not to be worried if I had hallucinations, or vivid dreams, which were possible side-effects. A popular side-effect, she said, was patients waking up and thinking their room was covered in grass. Why would I be worried seeing that? They wheeled me into surgery, and again I was out of it quickly. The next I awoke was in Recovery, just when they were wheeling…