Do you ever think about going to medical school?

No. 

I’ve seen the look in a surgeon’s eye; they want you to let them cut you open, make a muck of your bones. They’re practically begging you. I think I’d beg too—it’s compelling to say the least. The body is an unknown ecosphere, in all of these years we cannot tell you why it betrays itself so often, how paradoxical it is. Phenomenal. We’re not even looking for answers anymore. I swear my cardiologist just wants to see my heart beat. I worked at a chiropractor’s office; he was fascinated with bones, kept a skeleton in a glass case. But he didn’t have the guts for medical school, didn’t want the responsibility of post-op, you know when the patient wakes up. It’s okay, lots of surgeons don’t like it either. After every surgery, my provider asks if I can upload pictures of the polyps.