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I lay awake in my hospital bed after surgery, the priority right now that I have to prove that I can pee. The anesthetic can put the bladder to sleep apparently, and if it doesn’t rouse that means the insertion of a catheter. They fitted me with one during the initial surgery some eleven days earlier. I woke to find the catheter inserted you know where, and an external fixator fitted to my leg – that’s like scaffolding screwed directly into the bones to hold them in place while they wait for the swelling to go down so they can then perform the actual surgery. I wore the catheter for…
The Other Me
‘The Lurking Shadow’ v. I threw myself into my editing. This was where I needed to be now: setting up my life, doing whatever it took. Because of Allie’s concerns with my socialising, I’d unwittingly cut off the bulk of my friends. Now it was just me and my back room. My bosses loved me and were supportive and encouraging. When I was with the job placement agency, Martina explained that some employers might have a problem with my issues with anxiety and depression. Not here. My authors also liked me, although I felt like an impostor. I was sure sooner or later somebody would turn around and tell the…