I had emergency surgery to have an ovary removed just before Christmas of 2010. When I returned to work six weeks later, surgery stories were my welcome-back present. One lady told me how her hysterectomy stole her tears. Where she once cried over the turmoils of toe-stubbing, her kids were now concerned she was a sociopath. After listening to her, I turned to my friend and said, “I’d pay for that surgery.” She responded with, “Ew.” My friend doesn’t know what it’s like to feel zero control over your emotions.
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