I fucked up really badly, this time. I've managed to get the surgeon to hate me. I don't know how I did it - I swear, all I was trying to do was make surgery happen. I don't know how it got this bad, or this far. All I know is that it doesn't look like it's going to happen, and I feel like a waste of space.
I should not cross roads or drive cars for a couple of days, I guess.
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