July 16. Sooner or later I will have to get used to my body being cut open, things being removed or disconnected, others being inserted or replaced, particularly where it is particularly unpleasant. It is a matter of saying goodbye to bodily integrity. This is not so much different from torture in the Middle Ages, apart from the fact that I am expertly spared any excessive pain, as far as health insurance allows. We are all braided onto the wheel.