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I know I used this image before, but it's an accurate representation of what my groggy state felt like in the morning. |
Today I'll tell you all how it ended.
After being roused by my caretaker, Harold, he quickly went to work removing the wires that were attached to my head, chest, and legs, as well as whatever it was that was wrapped around the front of my face and protruded into my nose, and the red light that was taped to my finger.
"How'd you sleep?" he asked.
"I don't know," I replied. "I guess you'll let me know in a week." Harold chuckled softly.