A reminder that in the wee hours of [Aug 25th] I am toddling off to a surgery whose intent is to reconfigure the lower realm — which is to say, the terminus — of my alimentary canal. The current terminus is my abdominal wall, which is a bit too high and, as you can imagine, rather annoying. We're going to see if something can be done about this. Maybe yes, maybe no; I'm told that complications abound. Whatever. In roughly 24 hours I'll have my answer, and then life will go on, one way or the other. If the surgery is unsuccessful, so be it, there are much worse fates. I shall update asap — probably tomorrow evening, from what I hope is a yikes!-subduing morphine cloud.
The surgery was successful. Or, to be more precise, the surgery was SUCCESSFUL.
My thanks to the surgeon are truly inexpressible, as they are to you for all your notes of support. I would have more to write but my brain is so scrambled you'd be tempted to salt and pepper.