Six stitches and no hernia
(The Rock preserves my dignity and your breakfast)

After some more pain this morning and an abortive trip to the cafe to test my pain level (high), the doctor called this afternoon.
To explain my discomfort 'down south' (not Chile), she said that I shouldn't forget that they put a 'foreign body' inside me during the operation.
When she said this I did a quick check to see if she still had all her fingers and then realised that she was talking about the plastic mesh, not a forgotten packet of biscuits.
I am now glad I was semi-awake during the procedure as at least I can only blame myself if she slipped the yellow pages in by mistake.
She has prescribed some more rest and a stitch removing moment on Thursday.