and this shall be the new portrait

with regards to the story i told yesterday about the oral surgery.

there was one component of the story that i forgot but i think its a pivotal part.

that is... after the padded-grey room time. i walked out to the car with my mom. i have vague recollections of seeing a mailman and trying to chase him because i thought he had important mail. shortly thereafter, i dry-heaved.

of course, all of this was effects of the anesthesia... or was it?...

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