Tomorrow I go to see the surgeon for my three month follow up. Then it's two more visits before he can kiss my skinny ass good-bye. I know I should be able to move past his outburst, but he made my life hell during the scariest moments. Deciding on having surgery is a serious thing, elective or not. There are so many things that can go wrong you don't need to worry about the mental stability of the surgeon holding the knife. Afterwards I went to see my doctor and he cocked his head to the side as I walked towards the room. "I don't hear any instruments he purposely left in clinking around." I love the guy but he's such an ass.

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