The Road to Hell Is Through the OR

Teresa Beeman
Nov 7 · 9 min read
Photo by Dan Meyers on Unsplash

You thought I was going to say it’s paved with good intentions; didn’t you? And in some cases, that may be true. I’m pretty sure I had good intentions when I decided to allow an anesthesiologist to render me unconscious so a surgeon could fix the bane of my existence — the rotator cuff that had somehow become separated from its proper place (i.e., my right shoulder).

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Teresa Beeman

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I'm a writer with a variety of interests. I write about all of them at some point. I teach others how to share their stories.

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