As we head through the halls I'm staring at the ceiling, thinking. I had so many memories I'd lost, that's what I knew. I remembered my parents, but that was all I ever remembered when I awoke in the morning. There was a big chunk of my life missing, and I wanted to find out what it was.
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We finally got to the O.R. and I turn my head to see my main surgeon and anesthesiologist looking at me with their masks covering most of their faces. Their muffled words sounded out..
"Ready?"
I looked at him while furrowing my brows. I needed to have that reassurance that he wouldn't mess anything up. I needed my memory back, my life back. I was nothing without it.
"Are you sure this will go well? Promise you won't kill me?"
"Everything will go fine. I'll make sure you get your memory back. Now, keep positive thoughts and we're going to put you under anesthesia. Are you ready?"
"As I'll ever be," I reply nervously.
The anesthesiologist walks over and gently places the mask on my face to put me to sleep.
"Count down from 10."
"10..9..8...7.....6......5..."
