Sessions end just before 1700. Exhaustion envelops me. All I want to do is find a semi-horizontal surface on which to lie, but we have an appointment. We might as well get this over with sooner than later. I want to figure out how to plan the next nine months until someone can take this thing out of me and put it somewhere else for a while.

I put my hand over my abdomen and experiment with light touches.

Dean catches me and beams.