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I tried to wiggle my toes and felt them respond—a small miracle.
“Pain?” Kelly asked, reading something on the monitor.
“Like a truck hit me,” I rasped, surprised at how thin my voice sounded. “Then backed up to check its work.”
She chuckled. “That’s about right. We’ve got you on morphine. We can adjust if you need.”
The words washed over me in waves.continue reading …
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