A last minute issue at work only hours before tomorrow's surgery leaves me shaken and angry. We finally eat dinner (later than I wanted) after I've fixed it, and watch "Game of Thrones" while sitting on the couch.
It takes me about half-hour, what with my mind racing, to notice that I'm shivering, and I ask Katie why I could possibly be cold.
"Well, you're in shock," she says, standing up to get a blanket.
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