After a five-hour surgery to remove seven millimeters of bone from his mouth, my son’s jaw had been wired tightly shut
“All right if I throw these away?” I asked my son as I held out a handful of syringes.
He raised his eyes at me with a look of confusion that would border on condescension, implying I was asking a truly stupid question.
Of course you can throw them away: They’re used, unnecessary, inexpensive items.
But they’d been so, so crucial just a few weeks ago that I was taken aback by their current uselessness.
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