Tomorrow I go for thyroid surgery. The surgeon will glide her knife across my throat, press the edge into the troubling flesh, open me up, and remove the right lobe of my thyroid, that worrisome shit-disturber.
There is trepidation on my part, of course, but I’m also kind of shivered by the symbolism. Tomorrow the silencing obstruction will be severed and sundered, taken out of and away from my body. This is an event to be welcomed and celebrated, this is a moving away from impediment.