The Remembering of Oliver

October 4, 2019: The Scope

My feet dangled off the hospital bed, stretching from somewhere inside a loose-fitting, roller-rink-astronomical-carpet-patterned gown, probably worn by people much sicker and terminal than I was. That didn’t stop my ill mood. The nurses zipped by beyond the white privacy curtain. My girlfriend, Sam, texted my mother that I was prepped for my procedure and was just waiting…