27 The Drill
Next I heard the sound of an electric drill, not necessarily a high-tech device one might anticipate seeing in a surgical theater but more like a cordless model you’d see on display your neighborhood hardware store.
I guess by the time the drilling began into my leg, the medical team decided I’d probably watched enough and put up a little curtain, cutting off my view.
Since it had been quite a full day and over twelve hours since my accident, and now past my normal bedtime, I said a prayer and determined to fall asleep, which I did.
During a series of naps, I kept hearing ongoing drilling but subconsciously reassured myself that this was probably a re-occurring dream rather than a reality.
When I later awoke at the end of the operation, I found out that the ongoing drilling was a reality.
I guess by the time the drilling began into my leg, the medical team decided I’d probably watched enough and put up a little curtain, cutting off my view.
Since it had been quite a full day and over twelve hours since my accident, and now past my normal bedtime, I said a prayer and determined to fall asleep, which I did.
During a series of naps, I kept hearing ongoing drilling but subconsciously reassured myself that this was probably a re-occurring dream rather than a reality.
When I later awoke at the end of the operation, I found out that the ongoing drilling was a reality.
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