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I woke up in the recovery room delirious, the general anesthetic still worming its way out of my system. Two rubber tubes ran out of my bandaged pelvis: a Foley catheter to drain urine from my bladder, and something called a Wound V.A.C., which suctioned blood and occasionally chunks of something (me?) into an ugly, whiny machine that looked and behaved…

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