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i don't know the name of whatever they are doing to me, but i do know that i didn't ask for it.
all these random people at the hospital want to know what surgery i'm having, as if i know, and as if they give a shit.
people having me sign my life away on 3 different sheets of paper,then sending me to the next room to fill in yet another medical history sheet.
as if they don't have 15 of them already.
it makes me angry that all my life revolves around now is waiting.
in a room, for good news, for bad news, for a decision to be made.
just waiting.
