My friend Amy - who happens to also be a doctor - took a look at my singular stigmata.”It looks wet and flesh is sticking out.” Her husband Peter was here last week when the accident occurred. We walk over to the Piazza San Marco to the first aide office so the doctor can examine the chicken fillet piece popping from my stigmata. They send me to the Emergency Room in Venice - Amy comes with to help me with Italian during check in. The doctor takes one look at my hand and sends me to the mainland to the ER. Amy has already gone back to Lido. I sent her away since she couldn’t come in the waiting room due to Covid. I talk to my sister on a video call while in transit. At the ER in Mestre they immediately say you need a hand surgeon. I return home to an email from my attorney and I loose my cookies. Total break down. A friend texts and I say “I’m tired of conquering the world alone.” Tears come. The next morning I wake at 5.30am. Sabina volunteered to go with me to the hospital. Thank goodness I’m not alone. The hand surgeon looked no older than 22. She took one look at my hand and says “No problem”. As I breathe a sigh of relief she says, “We just need to butterfly your hand, push the fillet back inside and sew it all up properly. Can you Move your fingers?” I wiggle them uncomfortably. I try not to watch while the plastic surgeon takes scissors and cuts open the center of my hand. The anesthesia was good. My head feels disconnected from my body. After the procedure I feel great - until the pain medication wears off and am thrust into pain and nausea. Coming home we take a taxi from the mainland we arrive Piazzale de Roma and I am green and shaking. Sabina and I sit in the park so I can breathe. I can’t get on a boat the rest of the way home without puking. Sabina gets me a sprite and lays potato chips. We share a toasty. I eat the center of my half leaving the crust in the shape of a smile. She laughs. “You remind me of my son. Sugar and salt. You’ll feel better.” She’s right. I am able to get the boat home. Once home I realize I haven’t eaten more than a few bites of a toasty in 24 hours. I’m starving. But I have 1 hand. My left which was hencetofore decoration. With my left hand I boil spaghetti . I want comfort food. I make a mean meat sauce with my left hand. I’m alone and I’m doing ok. I’m reminded the left side of the body is the femine energy- the right holds the masculine. Appropriate that my right side would be shut down as we enter the age of Aquarius. And then it comes time to eat. I take my first bite of the spaghetti and it drips down my chin and on to my shirt making a large red stain. Profanity burst from my lips. Calmly I stand and strip at the kitchen table. Removing my clothes I sit in my knickers with my legs crossed and a white cloth napkin on my lap. I twirl a bite of spaghetti on my fork and eat.

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