Counting Backwards

Counting Backwards was one of my favourite songs from the early nineties, and it came to mind today as the anaesthetist put me under. I don't think I got as far as 10, never mind 9,8 or 7....

2 hours later I was back and almost intact.

I may be a free man, but for today I was also a number. Sometimes it's comforting to be processed with ruthless efficiency by a well-rehearsed team of professionals.