On the one hand, surgery to correct my umbilical hernia would mean that I would never again have to go through two hours of agonizing pain such as I suffered last night.
On the other hand, it would mean that I’d have to stay away from the gym for six weeks, during which time lack of exercise coupled with a natural tendency to despair would slowly but surely cause me to assume the shape of a sphere, at which point I would have to retreat entirely from all human interaction.
Then, of course, once I was a sphere the patch (or whatever it actually is) would pop out, and I’d have the hernia again.
So really in the end it hardly seems worth it.
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