Weird Trick Eliminates Hope



RURAL, OR - We drove 44 miles to the self-surgery clinic. The sky was still dark and mall parking was nearly empty, but for a bright-red ambulance helicopter. She swiped her debit card to unlock the door and stepped inside a tiny windowless room. It was refrigerator cold. I sat in the stainless-steel chair labeled mandatory guest.

She followed the robotic voice prompts to change into the blue paper gown and place all personal effects into the large plastic bag provided. She velcroed the arm cuff. She hung the nose tube from her ears like sunglasses. She clipped a blue lead to her left index finger. The robotic voice was pleased. 

As she pulled a vinyl curtain past the narrow bed, the voice prompted her to relax and count backwards from ten. A display facing the mandatory guest chair read 29 minutes remaining. 

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