I love going under. Under water. Under warm blankets. Especially under anesthesia. For the hours I am gone, I don’t fret about wrinkles, I don’t worry about how my daughter is doing at school, I don’t feel guilty for not calling my grandmother. I don’t make appointments or play dates or lunch dates. I don’t know what the doctors cut, probe, slice, suck out, remove, stitch back together. I don’t see the flaps of skin, layers of fat, blood vessels, mucus, bone and cartilage. I am under.
Amy Stockwell Mercer is a freelance writer living in Charleston, SC with her husband and three sons. An MFA graduate in Creative Writing from Queens University, she writes about art and artist profiles for Charleston Magazine, The City Paper, Charleston Art Mag, and Art Papers. Amy also writes about living with chronic illness, and is finishing a book about women with diabetes for Demos Health. When she needs to get out of her own head, she teaches college students how to write the 5 paragraph essay. You can read more of her writing at her website.
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