“Pins and needles”


I went for very minor surgery and was accompanied only by my mom and dad. I have a horrible fear of needles and anesthesia where I believe I will not wake from it. Surgery went without incident, and I was put in the recovery room. The first thing I screamed when I came to was, “WHERE ARE YOU?!” It was in this drug-induced state that I really did want him there, every moment of every day.


Postscript: I was lucky that he felt the same way, and he spent the following days of my recovery, and the past four years, by my side. We’re getting married this summer.

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