The Effect Was Personal

As I entered the hospital for outpatient surgery, I carried nothing with me. No phone, no purse, no jewelry, not even my wedding rings. It was an odd feeling to be just me, but not an unpleasant one.

As I got dressed after the procedure, habit had me looking for my personal effects, until I remembered I had arrived without any of my usual accessories. As the nurse wheeled me to meet my husband who had gone to get the car, it hit me that 54 years ago I came into this hospital and this world the same way. Just me.

Of course, that day I was naked. But you get the idea.


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