One Final Interlude

Greetings, gentle readers.
As I lay awake this morning contemplating the pharmacological shortcomings of Tylenol-3 tablets, I thought that it would be remiss of me not to mention a few things.
A big hearty thank you must go out to the wonderful people at Castle Rock Research who have been great during my recent ordeal. During the lonely 48 hours I spent in the Misericordia hospital, accompanied only by the gaseous punctuation of the various malfunctioning valves of the gentleman across the room from me, it would have been very easy to become embittered and cynical because of the forcible incarceration with incessant pain and strange odours. There was a mobile phone with a failing battery and a broken screen, a television which could only be used surreptitiously, and two books which had already been re-read. The rest was darkness, syringes and soaring fugues of agony.
Upon my return to a population not predominantly comprised of people with nasty pancreatic cysts, I was pleasantly surprised to find that my place of employment was prepared to give me some time off for recuperation, and that my colleagues had even gotten me a get well card. It still means a world of difference to my otherwise fragile and flagging morale.
So a big thunderclap of appreciation to Abhinav, Alesha, Jackie, James, Lorraine, Mun and Nishi for their care and attention. I even spent the five minutes required to get a glass of water the 20 feet from my fridge to my desk so I could raise a glass. Cheers, all. Doing all that I can to get back to work, although in this case, I am starting to realize that less is more.
So haemorrhages and burst staples notwithstanding, I should be able to hobble up the hill in no time at all and get right back to my desk. And having now said all that ought to be said about my mutilated limbs, I shall now endeavour to finish telling the story of 25th May, in which a young boy's life hangs in the balance as the surgeons crack open his rib cage and mess about with his ticker, and millions of Liverpool fans stake more than money upon the improbable success of their team. Join me again soon as I finish the narration which truly illustrates the outcome of a clash between hubris and nemesis. Stay tuned.
Cheers,

-mARKUS
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