โโ One advantage of talking to yourself is that you know at least somebody's listening, is what I always told myself, before and after surgeries. I'm jealous of my parents, I'll never have a kid as cool as them. But, after the chuckles, I had to prepare for my ear removal.โโ
Our Father's, were said. Hail Mary's prayed.
A whole Rosary done, and started one of Latin.
โโThe surgeons came to take me away. My mom, kissed my cheek, and my left ear as well. She whispered a word into the deaf ear, and sobbed. My dad came in, and chuckled. "Look how far you've come! " is all he said. Beckie and Gracie, my sisters came in, to wish me good luck.
More prayers were prayed, and tears of joy, galore. "BEEP, RING RING, BEEP, " was all I, heard, and then the lights turned out. โโ
After, the surgery, I couldn't breathe, when I woke up. I looked like a different person. "Will I ever be able to talk, again?" I asked myself. I close, my eyes, and sigh. "I want my ear back. I WANT MY EAR BACK. I don't wish I could relive any parts of my life. Other than the part, when I had two ears, of course. Doctor. Philipino, comes in. "Ah! You're awake!" She grabs a clipboard, that was on the side of my cot, and writes some things down.
"๐ฆ๐ธ๐ด๐ฎ ๐พ๐น, ๐ช๐ฝ 3:14 ๐น๐ถ, ๐๐พ๐ท๐ฎ 4, 2020. ๐๐ธ๐ธ๐ด๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป. ๐ข๐พ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐๐ช๐ผ ๐ผ๐พ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ๐ฏ๐พ๐ต. ๐๐ธ๐ธ๐ด๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐บ๐พ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ธ๐ป๐ป๐ธ๐๐ฏ๐พ๐ต. ๐๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ง๐ฒ๐ป๐ฟ๐ช๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐๐ช๐ป๐ช๐ฑ ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ธ๐พ๐ป๐ฝ ๐ช๐ฝ 3:17 ๐น๐ถ. ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ผ ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐๐ฎ๐ต๐ต. ๐๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ญ, ๐ท๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ต๐ ๐ช๐ผ ๐ถ๐พ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ช๐ผ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป๐ฎ. ๐๐ช๐ป ๐ฒ๐ถ๐น๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฝ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ผ ๐ท๐ธ ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท, ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐พ๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ช๐ป. ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ธ๐พ๐ต๐ญ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐น๐น๐ต๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ช๐ถ๐ธ๐ธ๐ฏ๐พ๐๐พ๐ต๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฑ๐ธ๐พ๐ป, ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฒ๐ท๐ผ๐พ๐ป๐ฎ, ๐ช๐ผ ๐ถ๐พ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ช๐ผ ๐๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ท, ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐น๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฝ ๐ผ๐พ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฎ. ๐๐ช๐ถ๐ฒ๐ต๐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ท ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ช๐ฝ 3:40 ๐น๐ถ.
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐: ๐๐ฎ๐ท๐ฎ๐ต๐ธ๐น๐ฎ ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ป๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ ๐๐ป๐ช๐ฑ๐ช๐ถ.
๐ฐ๐๐: 12 ๐๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ผ ๐ธ๐ต๐ญ.
๐ฑ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข: ๐๐พ๐ท๐ฎ 6, 2008.
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐: ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ต๐ต๐ฒ๐ช๐ถ &๐๐ป๐ฎ๐๐ช-๐๐ช๐ป๐ฒ๐ฎ ๐๐ป๐ช๐ฑ๐ช๐ถ.
๐ผ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ : ๐ง๐ฒ๐ป๐ฟ๐ช๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ด, ๐๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ช๐ถ๐ธ๐ธ๐ฏ๐พ๐๐พ๐ต๐ต, ๐๐ช๐ป๐ช๐ฑ ๐๐ฌ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป๐ฝ, ๐๐ฒ๐ธ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ช ๐ผ๐พ๐น๐ป๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ถ.
๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: ๐๐ป. ๐ข๐พ๐๐ช๐ท๐ท๐ช ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ต๐ธ ๐๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ต๐ฒ๐น๐ฒ๐ท๐ธ
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐; ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข ๐๐๐ฑ๐ฅ๐๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ข ๐๐ฏ๐๐ฅ๐๐ช, ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข 2๐ซ๐ก.
๐ผ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐:
๐ฝ-๐ ๐๐๐๐ง๐๐ ๐พ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐
๐ต๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐:
โโโโWilly Rixford Grahamโโโโ
She puts the clipboard down, and rubs my hair. "We will find a cure, sweet girl. I just know it." Doctor. Philipino tells me. I try to smile, and I don't know what it looks like, but I do know that I tried to smile, and that's what matters. Plus, she smiled back! I guess it worked. I don't know.
I gasp for air. Doctors get called in immediately. They put more I.V.s on me, to give me air and fluids. "Her ear, has a bad infection now. Grab a clipboard, Dr. Philipino, now!" Doctor Mildsworth shouts. He's now screaming at all the doctors. "Get her family in here, get fluid tracked by weight of how it's going in, write this and that on the clipboard, give her Fuzzfilqo now!" Dr. Mildsworth shouts. "Her family is having twins, we did the fluid tracking half an hour ago, and we don't have much Fuzzfilqo left." The doctors explain. "Oh my, Gosshhhhhh! Nothing in this f****ing world is possible, is it?" Dr. Mildsworth sits down, and has a mild panic attack. "Whoof, hoooof, huh." He breathes so heavily, the other doctors grab him water, Liquid Shaundrin, and a towel. (Because he's sweating and breathing so heavily)
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