One Thing Down

I had a minor medical procedure yesterday that I’d been carrying around in my mind all week like a stone in my pocket. It refused to leave me alone until it finally happened.

Now it’s done. The weight is off me.

In fact, a bit of weight is literally off me with a biopsy that was taken during it. Now I get to wonder why they needed that, or whether they told me and I simply forgot. The wonders of sedation mean I remember almost nothing. I recall walking into the room… and then waking up in another one. I don’t remember getting dressed. I don’t remember how I got to the car.

It feels like someone edited the scene out of my life.

Part of me wishes I could request that kind of sedation for old embarrassments. For mistakes. For the moments that still wake me at 3 a.m. with a wince.

But maybe it’s enough that this one thing is over.

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