Just over a week ago I enjoyed a half of kegged Magic Rock Brewing Dark Arts Surreal Stout. My wife had brought back a carry out from the Sheffield Tap.
It was a special treat, not only because the beer itself is currently the best UK stout around, but because I wouldn't usually be drinking alcohol on a Tuesday evening.
On Thursday all hell broke loose in my guts. A stomach ache grew into what I realised was appendicitis.
I was taken to A&E and given several doses of morphine.
By the time I finally went to theatre on the Friday afternoon the appendix had ruptured, filling my abdomen with poisonous pus.
A thirty minute keyhole op took two hours.
And here I am, still in hospital. Recovery is slow. The high temperatures and vomiting have been really unpleasant. I'll be here a while yet.
Messages of support on Twitter have been really heart warming and have brought tears to my eyes. There really are some lovely people out there.
Hopefully I'll see you soon out there, not on a dry day.
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