On Tuesday I was wheeled in to the Theatre of the Abdomen. Five hours later, I was wheeled out missing various body parts; fortunately they’re all bits that we can live reasonably well without. I’m now semi prone on my hospital bed typing this with one finger. One of my surgeons liked the plastic bag of crocheted abdominal organs; the other hasn’t seen them yet. And now I’m going to sign off and go back to drifting in and out of painkiller-land. I’m hoping to have my brains back by next Thursday.