The Other Me

An ongoing serial about neurosis, beginning with anxiety that burgeoned through my teenage years, and grew into issues also with depression and OCD, amongst other things.

  • The Other Me

    The Other Me

    ‘The Broken Road’ v. The anaesthesiologist told me they’d be using ketamine as one of the painkillers, and warned me not to worry if I woke up after the surgery and had hallucinations, like seeing grass on the floor of my ward, or thinking people were talking to me. When I woke, though, sometime in the late afternoon, the first thing I noticed was the lightness in my right leg. The x-fix was gone. They told me the bones had aligned perfectly, they’d taken a bone graft to help with the healing, and inserted two plates. I now wore a half cast, with bandaging wrapped around it to hold it…

  • The Other Me

    The Other Me

    ‘The Broken Road’ iv. I woke, groggy, in Recovery. A nurse told me I had a clicker in my hand for morphine. Then she wheeled my bed to my ward. It would’ve been early very early morning. I drifted in and out of sleep. The leg must’ve hurt, because come the morning they took the morphine clicker away as they said I’d used it too much – not that I remember using it at all. But things were going to be okay. Surely. Doctors did their morning rounds and came to talk to me. They pulled the sheet away from my leg. I expected to see a plaster cast. Uh…