I was wheeled into the Operation Theater. They checked my vitals. The anesthesiologist had already spoken to me the previous day. He came and smiled at me and started his procedure. I knew it was my last day there. There meaning; the end of my misery, the pain and the medications.
I settled down nicely. Happy and content that the wait was over. The anesthesia started its work. I became drowsy. The team around me got active.
As I slipped out of consciousness, I felt I saw someone with a noose. and I knew it was my last day anywhere.
Written as a part of 100 words on Saturday 7 at Write Tribe. The prompt being I knew it was my last day there.