Sunday, 6 October 2013

The Change (5)

The drugs helped but not nearly enough.

If the pain was bad before, it now was raised to another level. The drugs helped for half the time, but the last hour was agony, I would plead to have the needle and the instant relief, it felt so good. It felt too good.

2 weeks disappeared from my memory, the pain the morphine, the fear, I can just remember the worst parts, the tears, the agony, the drowning on a sip of fruit juice, I could not move until I just had to breathe. A never ending life theme, lack of breathe. I had to sit up to clear my lungs of the juice that was drowning me. As I did so the rods broke loose and ripped out. The pain was indescribable.


The next morning I was back in surgery.


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