On this day I see bruises, dotted around incisions covered in fresh scabs. Given enough time, they’ll turn into scars, joining the others that run across my abdomen. I see the inside of my eyelids as I fight the urge to nap, knowing that I won’t sleep tonight if I do. I see my water bottle, my snoring dogs, my Bible. I see the blanket covering my chilly legs and feet.
I see the after-effects of surgery.
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