It turns out that the pump that was sending marocaine into the incision site was doing me some good after all.
How do I know this?
Because the process of removing the three inch catheter that had been stabbing me in the belly was only slightly excruciating. Most of the area was pretty numb.
After it was removed, the numbness faded, to be replaced by the kind of feeling you get after someone extinguishes a cigar onto your inner thigh. Not a little cigarillo, either. One of those big, thick Churchills, the kind with a glowing cherry end as big around as a quarter.
Gosh, I miss that huge needle, with it's slow drip of modern medicine.
Today has been a bad day.