In nursing school, I was working the OR and the same asshole threw a piece of bloody, cancerous colon at a nurse for not being fast enough with the bowl. He needed his butt whipped in a big way.
I was young, I tolerated the surgery well and healed quickly.
I'd battled weight my entire life, since childhood. It was the one thing out of my control. I had weight loss surgery because it seemed to be the only answer for me. But it was a fail.
The stomach staple simply never worked. When my surgeon went in for a VBG in the mid nineties, they say they saw little evidence that staple lines were ever there.
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