I was in a doctor’s office. There were two doctors that we going to do surgery on me to remove something from my throat area.
I was prepped and waiting. I waited a long time until they were done with the person before me. It took a while for them to get finished.
When my turn came, they took a long time explaining the risks. We were sitting out on the patio of their office, which is where they performed their surgery. It was several (many) stories high. I saw one of the doctors throw his chair over the balcony, and it took a while to hit the ground. We were on the top floor.
They did surgery on the patio because they liked the light.
They told me how another person had died having this procedure. But, they had done it maybe 30 – 40 thousand times before.
I told them that God had a plan for me and nothing would happen.
One guy said he wasnt all sure and described other issues. I ignored them and fully intended on doing it. They said that I had a 3-4 day window to do it and could come back since I waited so long.
I was like, “let’s do it now!”