That awkward moment just before surgery when the anaesthetist calls you by somebody else’s name, and you have only a few seconds of consciousness left to process process the whirlwind of thoughts that follow.

Luckily I didn’t wake up with any extra body parts. Or fewer parts. I checked.

The anaesthetist did come to visit me after surgery and apologised for calling me the wrong name.

I still wonder whether it was an honest mistake, or maybe just his little pre-surgery joke to keep things interesting.