The light that emanates from the stainless-steel umbrella fixture stings my eyes when I stare into it without blinking. The light leaves a black hole in my mind that even pierces the darkness.The injection is local.I wait on my back for the moment when all feeling will abandon my stomach. When it does, I have not gone without feeling my stomach in two months. Being in the first trimester, I am able to undergo a suction process which involves a tube and a stainless-steel attachment. I can see this doctor applying the device from behind the large square of green curtain they have installed around my midsection. The doctor (I am not even sure he is a doctor, although I address him this way) says few words to me, going about his work with a mechanical indifference, leaving me alone with my thoughts. But he asks me if I feel sleepy and tells me not to worry about nodding off if I want to.How can I sleep?The curtain blocks the view of my legs harnessed and spread wide inside stirrups. Despite the injection, I feel the air of this room like I am standing waist-deep in cool water.
