25
A Career
I would love to say that something happened that day, or maybe even the next day. But it didn’t, and that’s why I’d love to say it had. As the days went on, the pain left my foot entirely and my hand became like it always was. I knew I had one more final trip to the clinic, so the day that I woke, and I made it to the wrong part of work, I was not disappointed at all.
Again, I was put in a restraining chair. Again, I was pushed around, my hand placed under the light. The med-techs left the room, returning after a series of clicks and a buzz. I was wheeled out and placed in a hallway with my face into the wall.
This particular wall was even worse than the wall I had stared at before, because I was in a dark area—one of the sparse lights had burnt out—and I couldn’t see a thi
