Tuesday I've an early appointment with a surgeon, some lucky chap who will be reconfiguring my bowels, or what's left of them. I can't say I'm looking forward to another surgery; I can say I'm looking forward to having my replumbing done and over with (I trust). This will be surgery #3 since December, but in my book it can't come soon enough. By noon tomorrow, I should know what "soon enough" means. For now, it only means that I won't be here Tuesday morning. See you later.
Update: It may be some time before I slide back into the bowels of a hospital. Today's specialist is sending me to other specialists — in Chicago. It seems my small intestine may, after all, be un-reconfigurable. Drats and double drats. On the other hand, perhaps my intestine is more agreeable than its appearance suggests. In brief, medical opinion is this: No one knows a damn thing, and so it shall remain, until they open me up — which may be a while.