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A month or so ago, I landed in the hospital again. This time, thank God, it was a short stay and the pain level was far less severe. Nonetheless, the various procedures were scary. Old tapes played relentlessly in my head despite every effort I took to dismiss them. Unbidden tears coursed down my face when I heard the words IV, PICC line, CAT scan. Old, bad, experiences were conjured up. I was not a happy camper.
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