Weeks Later…“I really can’t,” says Monique, my nurse and the only hope of me getting what I want. I know she uses a pseudonym as the policy here is that we are not to know any of the staff or other patients by their real names, but she looks like a Monique.
It worked last time, but I suppose word spreads quickly about the man who tried to cut the donor heart from his chest with a ballpoint.
I haven’t heard a single note since. All I can hear is this deafening asshole, sounding strongly in my chest.
When they asked me if I would try to remove my heart again and I said hell to the f**k yes, my mom had no other choice and on the advice of Dr. Norton, had me committed.
And here I am.
I suppose it does sound a little crazy trying to cut out your heart, but not being able to play music is c
