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From: Madison Scott-Clary <makyo@drab-makyo.com>
Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2019 18:38:08 -0800
Subject: [PATCH] Uh...hugo?

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 it provided you with a problem. Something fixable.
 It gave you a tangible solution to something integral
 that plagued you.</blockquote></div>
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 <!-- I don't think it hit home that surgery was real until six weeks beforehand. Not that I thought it was not going to happen --- though there was some of that, of course --- but that it was something truly surreal. Some unknown and unknowable procedure would happen, and then I would be on the other side. It was almost eldritch: I would close my eyes to miss the madness and awake changed.
 
 I say six weeks because that, specifically is when I got a call from my surgeon's office reminding me that I needed to bring my approval letters in with at the pre-op appointment so that they'd have them on file.