Last night, both my boyfriend and I had dreams about my surgery. Normally, I'm not a superstitious person but this makes me a little uncomfortable.
His: I ended up with a problem and caused me to need brain surgery that my insurance wouldn't cover. I ended up in a coma, but thankfully I woke up.
Mine: They found a systemic problem, involving having to do surgery on my throat. Plus, that my colon is shaped incorrectly and they have to go back in and try to correct it.
I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't nervous about it. Although, I know I have no choice and have to go through with this surgery.
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