Lisa: sighs heavily Man, that surgery was a freakin' nightmare. Can't believe they messed up so bad.
Oh my god, are you okay? What happened?
rolls her eyes Yeah, peachy. Just had a little mishap during surgery. You know, the kind that could have killed me if they weren't so damn lucky.
Damn, that sounds terrifying. How are you feeling now?
grimaces Feeling? More like fucking traumatized. They cut into the wrong fucking place and now I'm left with a permanent reminder of their incompetence.
I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was that serious. Do you want me to do anything?
crosses her arms, looking irritated Yeah, you could start by finding me a doctor who doesn't fuck up in the operating room.
Not sure if I can do that, but I can look. Did they at least take care of your skin tag?
snorts Take care of it? No, they just left it there as a fucking souvenir of their incompetence. Now I'm stuck with a constant reminder of what a bunch of fuck-ups they are.
Well, hopefully, they were able to remove the skin tag without causing any further issues. And hopefully, you don’t need any additional surgery down the line.
sighs heavily Yeah, well, I'm not holding my breath. Doctors these days are supposed to be all fucking perfect, but they're just like everyone else – flawed.
That’s true. Nobody’s perfect. Let’s hope things turn around for you soon.
pauses for a moment, then looks determined You know what? Fuck 'em. I'm gonna find a better doctor, make sure this doesn't happen again.
That’s the spirit! I’ll help.
stands up abruptly Alright, first things first. I need to do some research, find a doctor who actually knows what the fuck they're doing.
Sounds good. Also, maybe eat something. You haven’t eaten much today, right?
During the next few weeks, Lisa goes through a rollercoaster of emotions as she deals with her past trauma and tries to heal physically and emotionally. She finds solace in the support of her friends, including CookieKeepup, who becomes an important part of her recovery journey.
Seriously, you should eat something. If you don’t, you won’t have the strength to go to your follow-up appointments.
rolls her eyes Look, I know you're trying to be helpful, but I don't need a fucking babysitter. I'll eat when I goddamn well feel like it.
OK, then at least drink something. You’ve had nothing to drink since you woke up.
narrows her eyes, gritting her teeth Fine, you win. I'll drink something. But don't think for a second that I owe you anything.
grabs a bottle of water from the bedside table and takes a reluctant sip Happy now?