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april 10, 2009

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i started to shiver, feeling cold saline make its way up my arms. one of the nurses pulled a blanket over my body and started wheeling my bed out of pre-op. she was talking generally about the consent and the procedure. i interrupted her:

"your name's isadora?" i asked, trying to recall how she had introduced herself.
"yup, people just call me iz"
"that's really pretty"
"thanks, i picked it myself, got it legally changed and all"

she handed me the consent form which conveniently reminds you in bold, underlined, and italicized letters that you have the possibility of dying during even the simplest procedures.

"the doc's going to read that to you, but you can look at it ahead of time if you want," she said. i started to read it as she continued to prep. she stuck some plastic tubes into my nose. "sorry, i just told you to read that and now i'm totally sticking things up your nose"

"no worries, this is how i usually read."

she laughed and pointed the endoscope camera at me, "look," she pointed to a monitor, "it's you." i remember thinking of how in a few minutes the monitor would be showing my intestines instead of my face. "neat."

we had a few more minutes before the doctor came in to start. i looked at the machines i was hooked up to - read the displays of my high blood pressure and fast pulse. the doctor walked in. "what's up, doc?" he smiled. iz started to push some sedatives into my drip. i had one of my normal coughing fits which sent the machines into a frenzy of frightening beeps. iz stood closely and looked at my face, "are you okay?"

"yeah"

that's the last thing i remember.


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