I knew they were preparing me for something. Finally the nurse in black stockings took me to the operating room. It's smells different here. "Good morning" said Tamaz, the surgeon. The nurse helped me to put on a rubberized apron. I lay down in the chair. The surgeon was a very energetic person. "OK, open your mouth". The moment I opened my mouth four or five people jumped to my side to hold me down and I felt a needle in my throat. My jaws froze wide open.
The nurse brought a tray on wheels with surgical tools. I studied every chrome tool on the tray; each tool was very long, had a unique shape and multiple angles. Imagining what these tools would be used for got me really scared. The next thing I remember is bright red against the green of my apron; a puddle of blood in my apron.
The tools on the tray were also covered with blood. I could see everyone's eyes which seemed confident, despite the amount of blood on their hands and faces. "All done" said Tamaz, "You are ready to go." My knees where shaking; I was hardly standing. Another nurse was writing something down.
"What's your name?" she asked ...I was mooing softly... "What was it?" she asked again.... "Auh...Auhmurrrr" I replied. She wrote something down in her journal. "OK you can go to your room now."
In my room I found a pencil and paper and drew all the instruments, used during the surgery. I passed out. When I opened my eyes, my poster was already hanging on the wall, in front of my bed.
Thirteen differently shaped tools were drawn on the paper, very neatly in three rows.
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