Fortunately I was “out” when each was put in — benefits of coma and all. Which is for the best. They missed my stomach on their first attempt at putting my G-tube in. Or it probably fell out after they put it in. And they put me “out” to remove the second G-tube. But to remove my trache, I was conscious for that. I saw what they needed for that procedure. It sure didn’t look like it felt.
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And with that the lightbulb came on. It all makes perfect sense now: I love creating within limits. I need to feel limit. My life is one huge limit. That explains why I’ve never, even for a second, felt the need to be sorry for myself over what happened to me. I live for this shit! And I’m in the perfect situation to absolutely shatter expectation.