Anesthetized

You can’t really say you don’t enjoy something when you’re that near oblivion, but the lead up to surgery is psychological torture. I can’t stand the idea of things being done to my body while I’m under anesthesia, and I don’t mean inappropriate things, I mean the appropriate things, like someone cutting my body open with a knife; it’s like the thought of things being done to your corpse, except you return to it, afterwards, and think about it.

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