For the last two weeks I have been wandering around with a bunch of staples holding my tummy together. Over thirty of them, closely spaced. Monday the nurse was supposed to come and take them out with special, sterilised pliers, but she got the wrong address. There was I, all psyched up for it, and then a no-show. I got a blood test as consolation prize.
Still, Tuesday, she did come, with her black bag of tools and a breezy manner. Boy was she quick! Those staples never stood a chance, and gradually (and almost painlessly) my tummy unpuckered and resumed a more-or-less normal profile.
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