The Writer’s Workshop

Well my family thinks I will live forever, what a horrible thought – a raisined old woman lying around in a corner, occasionally dusted off, requiring no sustenance. Their determination is a result of my dying twice in hospitals. Now I just consulted a surgeon to repair an operation I had in 2015. Apparently he fitted the “ surgeon personality” well because he was a hurried advice giver, basically refusing to do a new op on me. He barely listened and interrupted my answers, deciding I am too fragile ( just because I am wheelchair bound!🙄😳) to withstand the op. My guess he doesn’t want to be blamed if I fail. I thought he was just being informative, but my family said he was an ass——! After getting upset on the drive home, I realized they were right. But, hey, I’m immortal, so will consult a different doc.

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