I’ve only been here a month but already I’m starting to pick up on the British way of abbreviating words and phrases.
Putting aside (with some difficulty) how we feel about people like Donald Trump personally, I want to talk about the way the restlessness of the masses has resulted in a culture of “it’s a bit broke, let’s throw it away and try something unknown.” We’ve seen this happen recently with Brexit, and now it looks like it’s going to happen again in the United States with the possible election of business tycoon Donald Trump as president. People are equating change with improvement, and different is not always better.
Tomorrow’s a big day for me, literally and figuratively. It could be a new beginning… or the end of everything. You see, I’m checking into Auckland Hospital for bariatric surgery – a gastric bypass, to be exact. Despite the complexity of the procedure, my surgeon promises me that he’s “never lost anyone,” but had to advise me of the 1-in-1000 risk of complications. There’s a lot for him to do – staple off a section of stomach here, remove a section of intestine there, connect the remaining shorter intestine to a 1cm hole he’s creating in the remaining stomach pouch, and reconnect the original stomach further on down the intestinal tract. And he’s doing this all laparoscopically, via 4 small holes. I should be out by Sunday. Or… I’ll know what’s really on the other side – most likely nothing. But I won’t be around to care.
This is nonsense, really, and the semi-medical, research-paper-esque title is just there to annoy Google.