I’d been lying unmoving in an Emergency Department bed for over five hours with a tangle of electrodes and IV tubes snaking out from my hospital robe. I'd had numerous blood draws, CT scans and heaps of other tests. The number of people coming and going into my room was going to cause the door to fall off its hinges. My visitors introduced themselves, asked medical questions, and left, and it didn't take long for me to figure out they were the members of my Gastroenterology team. They had identified what was wrong with me, and I learned they were operating tomorrow morning. On returning from pointing Percy at the porcelain, I suffered a bout of dizziness that reminded me of my time in Darjeeling, where I became aware of the dangers of llama spit. 

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