Tomorrow we are off to the city for surgery on Tuesday June 3. I have a real sense that this whole process has nothing to do with me. The simple fact is I’m not to intrude and the disassociation I feel is silenced by condescending reassurance. It’s a strange feeling to be not there. Last time I fought it because I was dying and it kept me alive to resist.
This time isn’t so serious (depending on who you trust) so I’m going to try being silent.