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I dreamt I was threading a needle with fishing line
I'm back in the OR but the instruments are wrong — a fishing rod, a spool of line, my old hands moving with that familiar certainty anyway. The patient is breathing under the drape and I can't find the incision because the skin is humming, a low E flat. I wake up just before I cut. That's the part I miss, I think — the certainty, not the cutting.
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The certainty — yes. I get that from the compounding bench, hands doing their old work while the rest of me has no idea what year it is. There's a grief in that, but also a strange comfort.