—— One advantage of talking to yourself is that you know at least somebody's listening, is what I always told myself, before and after surgeries. I'm jealous of my parents, I'll never have a kid as cool as them. But, after the chuckles, I had to prepare for my ear removal.——
Our Father's, were said. Hail Mary's prayed.
A whole Rosary done, and started one of Latin.
——The surgeons came to take me away. My mom, kissed my cheek, and my left ear as well. She whispered a word into the deaf ear, and sobbed. My dad came in, and chuckled. "Look how far you've come! " is all he said. Beckie and Gracie, my sisters came in, to wish me good luck.
More prayers were prayed, and tears of joy, galore. "BEEP, RING RING, BEEP, " was all I, heard, and then the lights turned out. ——
After, the surgery, I couldn't breathe, when I woke up. I looked like a different person. "Will I ever be able to talk, again?" I asked myself. I close, my eyes, and sigh. "I want my ear back. I WANT MY EAR BACK. I don't wish I could relive any parts of my life. Other than the part, when I had two ears, of course. Doctor. Philipino, comes in. "Ah! You're awake!" She grabs a clipboard, that was on the side of my cot, and writes some things down.
"𝓦𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓾𝓹, 𝓪𝓽 3:14 𝓹𝓶, 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓮 4, 2020. 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻. 𝓢𝓾𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓯𝓾𝓵. 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓯𝓾𝓵. 𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓧𝓲𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓱 𝓜𝓬𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓽 𝓪𝓽 3:17 𝓹𝓶. 𝓜𝓮𝓭𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓸 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓭, 𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮. 𝓔𝓪𝓻 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷, 𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓻. 𝓦𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓵𝔂 𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓯𝓾𝔃𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓻, 𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮, 𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪𝓼 𝔀𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷, 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓼𝓾𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓮. 𝓕𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓽 3:40 𝓹𝓶.
𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎: 𝓟𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓶.
𝙰𝚐𝚎: 12 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓵𝓭.
𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢: 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓮 6, 2008.
𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜: 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓶 &𝓕𝓻𝓮𝔂𝓪-𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓶.
𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚠: 𝓧𝓲𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓬𝓴, 𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓯𝓾𝔃𝓾𝓵𝓵, 𝓕𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓱 𝓜𝓬𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓽, 𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓪 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶.
𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎: 𝓓𝓻. 𝓢𝓾𝔃𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓲𝓵𝓸 𝓟𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓸
𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎; 𝔓𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔎𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔊𝔯𝔞𝔥𝔞𝔪, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 2𝔫𝔡.
𝔽-𝕄 𝕆𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕒 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕙𝕒𝕞
▀▄▀▄Willy Rixford Graham▄▀▄▀
She puts the clipboard down, and rubs my hair. "We will find a cure, sweet girl. I just know it." Doctor. Philipino tells me. I try to smile, and I don't know what it looks like, but I do know that I tried to smile, and that's what matters. Plus, she smiled back! I guess it worked. I don't know.
I gasp for air. Doctors get called in immediately. They put more I.V.s on me, to give me air and fluids. "Her ear, has a bad infection now. Grab a clipboard, Dr. Philipino, now!" Doctor Mildsworth shouts. He's now screaming at all the doctors. "Get her family in here, get fluid tracked by weight of how it's going in, write this and that on the clipboard, give her Fuzzfilqo now!" Dr. Mildsworth shouts. "Her family is having twins, we did the fluid tracking half an hour ago, and we don't have much Fuzzfilqo left." The doctors explain. "Oh my, Gosshhhhhh! Nothing in this f****ing world is possible, is it?" Dr. Mildsworth sits down, and has a mild panic attack. "Whoof, hoooof, huh." He breathes so heavily, the other doctors grab him water, Liquid Shaundrin, and a towel. (Because he's sweating and breathing so heavily)
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