Chapter 22
May 3rd, 2020 Tomorrow is my surgery and I’m scared. I’m scared for the most stupid of reasons though. I’m scared because I hate IVs. I’m scared that I’ll say something stupid when I wake up in recovery. I’m scared that someone will see me at the hospital and tell the world that there’s something wrong with me. I know I should be worried about more important things, like the surgery not doing anything or making things worse. Or you know, dying on the operating table, but I’m not for some reason. I guess whatever happens, happens. Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about what would happen if I were forced to give up my singing career, which may end up being a real problem. I actually even met up with Julie Andrews to talk about it (and totally freaked out about meeting her, but whatever).
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