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They say it gets better but they never tell you when. Isn't a breakup, after all, the surgical excision of another whole person from your own? Doc, gimme something to work with here no post-op measures of comfort, no chemicals, how long will these symptoms last? Which day shall be the worst? What can I eat? How do I get to sleep? Why is there so much vertigo? I've lost my captain. I've lost my compass. But forget North- what way is even up?
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
The Break, Part III: Post Operative
They say it gets better but they never tell you when. Isn't a breakup, after all, the surgical excision of another whole person from your own? Doc, gimme something to work with here no post-op measures of comfort, no chemicals, how long will these symptoms last? Which day shall be the worst? What can I eat? How do I get to sleep? Why is there so much vertigo? I've lost my captain. I've lost my compass. But forget North- what way is even up?
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
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