Now I was staring down the barrel of becoming one of them.
“The problem isn’t the surgery itself,” the PA continued, pulling up another screen on her computer. “The problem is timing. Military medical approval for procedures like this… we’re looking at a minimum of six weeks before you’d be cleared for surgery through official channels.”
Six weeks. I had seven days.
She lowered her voice, glancing around the sterile room as if someone might be listening. “If you can arrange this off-base, privately, you should. The procedure itself is straightforward, but it needs to happen now.”
I nodded like she’d just given me a weather report instead of potentially life-altering medical advice. “How much?”