Dear, dear me! I am sorry to hear this, and I hope you'll soon recover fully. But let the healing come in its own good time, and don't rush things!

All the same I'd try to get out of that Mudcat Recovery Ward before Nurse Ratched arrives....

Smart Alex

Our mousethief lies under the weather,
Our mousethief is making a fuss,
Our mousethief's been sewn back together,
Please send back our mousethief to us.

O send back, o send back,
O send back our mousethief to us, to us,
Send him back in a six-horse-drawn chariot,
Or send him back in an old Greyhound bus.

His innards are back where they should be
With his stomach wrapped back round his guts,
He takes soup down his oesophagal cavity,
But he still can't eat pretzels or nuts.

Last night as he lay on his pillow,
Our mousethief was roaring with pain;
Give his sight back to the old fellow,
Let his fingers have feeling again.

Send him back, send him back to the Mudcat,
Send him back to set challenges perverse;
With a catalogue of scatological items that
Will corrupt and deprave us or worse!

Matthew