they are all beginning to feel like copies of each other.
not really in the mood to go out. really in the mood to fix something. how can you claim to be someone’s friend when you can’t spell their names correctly? i have to get used to the idea of being peripheral. i always reach for more, which is good, but sometimes you can’t afford to get too involved.
we saw a nephrectomy today. they make an incision, disconnect the kidney, basically, and then shove it through to the pelvis. at the pelvis they make a second incision and remove the kidney. then it’s dumped into a white bucket, of similar size to the ones you get soup for takeout in, and it’s shipped off to pathology. it’s opened up, and there’s a tumor covering nearly the whole upper half of the organ. it is really bloody. lots of stiches, because it’s an open surgery. it’s really fucking cool too. the woman needs dialysis now, though. that sucks.
i think. i might be seeing my destiny. four years late, maybe, but it’s there. and it’s not too late yet. all the doctors ask me about it. and i don’t know how to answer them, because i’m too busy thinking how cool it is.
everything i’m wearing has vertical stripes in some way. but i still look short.