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   Cold sweat prickled my neck as I stared at the crumpled hospital discharge papers, ink smudged from my trembling hands. Fourteen different medication schedules, conflicting dietary restrictions from three specialists, and a physical therapy regimen that might as well have been hieroglyphics - this wasn't recovery; it was a minefield. My incision throbbed in sync with my panic until my thumb accidentally launched a medical app I'd downloaded in pre-op despair. What happened next felt like drownin Cold sweat prickled my neck as I stared at the crumpled hospital discharge papers, ink smudged from my trembling hands. Fourteen different medication schedules, conflicting dietary restrictions from three specialists, and a physical therapy regimen that might as well have been hieroglyphics - this wasn't recovery; it was a minefield. My incision throbbed in sync with my panic until my thumb accidentally launched a medical app I'd downloaded in pre-op despair. What happened next felt like drownin
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