I received many phone calls from friends and relatives about my inpending surgery. Most of the phone calls were well meaning, most of the phone calls scared the death out of me. I even had a few about if they were going to take my eye out. Most of them were how scary and once again, they knew somebody who died from brain bleeds. It was time to go underground. I stopped answering my phone and stopped calling people to tell them I was going to have the surgery.
It was just too scary.
I listened to music, went to swimming and tried to just ZEN out to the best of my ability.
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