‘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…