“I came to wish you well,” she had said.
I was scheduled for surgery the next day. How unusual I thought her kindness was and how considerate I held it. She was not my doctor, so what concerns was I to her? But she had come and she had wished me well, and after she had done that, she left. Content, I supposed, having done what it was she had come to do. And after she left and the door had closed behind her, I did not resist the urge to slide off the examine room table, to crack the door, and to watch her grow small down the long, sterile hallway. When the corner took her, I ditched her from my mind, like I ditch losing lottery tickets.
***
Dr. King came into the examining room along with two other doctors, whose names elude me, but …show more content…
King asked me and untied the paper string of the pale-blue-paper-gown I had on, revealing the 20-plus-year-monstrous-effectd of silicone implants that had being inserted into my body when I was only nineteen. “We’re going to remove the implants from your breasts, and we’ll be using your stomach muscles and your fat tissue from your back to create your new breasts. Dr. King said and ran one of her hands over my calcified breasts, and stroked my chest between my breasts, neigh seductively and unnerving …show more content…
King asked and removed her hand from my chest.
“How long will my surgery be?” I probed getting the thought of her touching me weirdly, out of my mind.
“About 6 hours.” Dr. King responded. “You’ll need to be at the hospital by 6 am tomorrow morning. The nurse will give you all the instructions before you leave today.” Dr. King enlighten me.
“If, you don’t have any more questions, you can get dressed and we’ll see you tomorrow morning,” Dr. King said and pulled together and retied my gown. Then The Three Amigos turned and left the room.
***
“You surgery is done.” Dr. King said when I saw all three doctors hovered near my bed, back in my hospital room. “Thank you. Did you remove the implants? Did you make me new breasts?” I asked. “Yes, we did. You tolerated the surgery well and your reconstructed breasts look great. You are going to be extra tender for some time, so do not try to get out of bed without assistance,” one of male Amigos sounded in. “You’re probably still tired from the anesthesia. We’ll let you sleep and see you again, later today.” Said, Dr. King. “Ok,” I mumbled, too tired to say much else. I
I was scheduled for surgery the next day. How unusual I thought her kindness was and how considerate I held it. She was not my doctor, so what concerns was I to her? But she had come and she had wished me well, and after she had done that, she left. Content, I supposed, having done what it was she had come to do. And after she left and the door had closed behind her, I did not resist the urge to slide off the examine room table, to crack the door, and to watch her grow small down the long, sterile hallway. When the corner took her, I ditched her from my mind, like I ditch losing lottery tickets.
***
Dr. King came into the examining room along with two other doctors, whose names elude me, but …show more content…
King asked me and untied the paper string of the pale-blue-paper-gown I had on, revealing the 20-plus-year-monstrous-effectd of silicone implants that had being inserted into my body when I was only nineteen. “We’re going to remove the implants from your breasts, and we’ll be using your stomach muscles and your fat tissue from your back to create your new breasts. Dr. King said and ran one of her hands over my calcified breasts, and stroked my chest between my breasts, neigh seductively and unnerving …show more content…
King asked and removed her hand from my chest.
“How long will my surgery be?” I probed getting the thought of her touching me weirdly, out of my mind.
“About 6 hours.” Dr. King responded. “You’ll need to be at the hospital by 6 am tomorrow morning. The nurse will give you all the instructions before you leave today.” Dr. King enlighten me.
“If, you don’t have any more questions, you can get dressed and we’ll see you tomorrow morning,” Dr. King said and pulled together and retied my gown. Then The Three Amigos turned and left the room.
***
“You surgery is done.” Dr. King said when I saw all three doctors hovered near my bed, back in my hospital room. “Thank you. Did you remove the implants? Did you make me new breasts?” I asked. “Yes, we did. You tolerated the surgery well and your reconstructed breasts look great. You are going to be extra tender for some time, so do not try to get out of bed without assistance,” one of male Amigos sounded in. “You’re probably still tired from the anesthesia. We’ll let you sleep and see you again, later today.” Said, Dr. King. “Ok,” I mumbled, too tired to say much else. I