It’s my birthday today. I’ve just completed 47 circles around the Sun.
There’s a cake somewhere in the kitchen, or so I’ve been told. I haven’t checked. My mind has been occupied with heart-rate readings and oxygen levels.
Five days ago, I got two stents in the main artery that supplies blood to my heart.
Even writing that feels strange, like I’m describing an uncle’s medical history rather than my own.
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