Grinding through my solidified bones, a sharp, ear-splitting razor creating gashing holes in my decaying structure. It had to be done, or I would die of bone marrow loss, bone failure or decay spreading through my body, eventually coming to the heart and crucifying it. Although I felt perfectly normal, just a wee bit weak, my whole bone surrounding body was being infected by perilous decay, which could only be taken out by cutting across and through the whole bone. Furthermore, they had given me a sleeping pill, so I was supposed to not experience the excruciating pain, but I had dreams about it; it was a nightmare (literally). When the job had been completed, I immediately woke up looking like an old hag, sitting bolt upright and staring at myself. Despite the fact that I was cured and only needed a few days resting, I was in a wheelchair; not only that, but it was for eternity. Things got worse from the day it started, until now, it broke my heart. I won't tell you what I did the next day...