I sleep a lot.
I graze through the kitchen.
I hold my husband's hand.
I try to find a comfortable position for my head, which is heavy on my hurting neck.
I sit and stare at the walls or out of the window.
I sip decaf coffee.
I am waiting for the next surgery.
July 9th.
I am waiting for July 9th.
There is no doubt that July 9th is years away.
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