A few days before my surgery, I shared a monkey cupcake with a friend, who pushed both monkey eyes onto my plate for luck. It might have been monkeyshine, but it was fun and silly, so I ate them.
I'm still waiting on the luck. Unless perhaps the luck was in creating a whimsical memory that makes me smile now instead of slipping into despair, ruminating over my lack of visual improvement.
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