‘I’ll
try and get up now.’
‘OK’
The nurse proffered her shoulder as support.
‘Hey, it’s handy me being this teeny isn’t it.’
I didn’t answer that and made my way back on to the undersized stretcher/trolley.
The doctor reappeared.
‘He just got up on his own,’ explained the nurse and disappeared.
The doctor told me to stay put until I felt truly able to walk and then he left. I stayed put on the undersized stretcher/trolley for another hour or so. I then felt as though I had rallied. There was no sign of anyone coming back to monitor me, so I thought I’d get dressed and head for the taxi rank.
‘OK’
The nurse proffered her shoulder as support.
‘Hey, it’s handy me being this teeny isn’t it.’
I didn’t answer that and made my way back on to the undersized stretcher/trolley.
The doctor reappeared.
‘He just got up on his own,’ explained the nurse and disappeared.
The doctor told me to stay put until I felt truly able to walk and then he left. I stayed put on the undersized stretcher/trolley for another hour or so. I then felt as though I had rallied. There was no sign of anyone coming back to monitor me, so I thought I’d get dressed and head for the taxi rank.
‘Just thought I’d stand up and get ready,’ I said.
‘Right you are.’ She smiled her kindly smile and continued her conversation, which had moved on to woefully inadequate boot size.
When I came to on the corridor floor, what can only be described as a crowd had gathered around me. Many faces peered down at me - some with kindly smiles (staff), others without (passing patients).
I see you've been enjoying one of the rites of passage of middle age - back pain. Hope you might have salvaged some little pleasure out of the Diazepam, and that you can delegate daughter-lifting duties for a bit.
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