I died on the table during my surgery. I stopped breathing and my heart stopped beating. Died.
My one night stay has turned into several nights and I’ll tell about it when I can. I’m heavily medicated so I’d rather have the post make sense then seem like scrabble tiles being thrown into random groups.
I feel like I should feel some deep emotions over what happened but I, oddly, have not been my reflective self or analyzing the shit out of it. It happened. I had a strange experience during it. It wasn’t magical or mystical. It was..... very “nothing much”
I have to go. I’m so tired.
Tracy
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