85. IV

Morphine suits me. I’m dopey, happy, sleepy. I thought I’d be more grumpy from lack of food, but after eight hours, I’d gone past wanting it. I was definitely not bashful. A dozen strangers saw me naked, bleeding onto clean sheets.

Tea. Toast. Jam. Water. Co-codamol. Ibuprofen. Sofa. Film. Bed. Repeat every six hours for three days. Jet lag. Nausea. Period pains. Hangover.

Room number four. My nurse is called Ivy Rose and she’s my kind Irish mother for the day. I think she knows she has a beautiful name and pretends I’ve never said it before, every time I tell her. I thank everyone in a uniform for looking after me. I’ll be on my own soon. Independent. Just me and Siri. She can remind me to take my meds, ring people for me, and change the channel on the TV, but she can’t loosen bottle tops, or lift a kettle.

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4 thoughts on “85. IV

    1. I saw it on twitter. Yes, I should really credit the creator. It’s someone called r/funny and it was originally posted on Reddit. It’s brilliant.
      I am recovering from a minor op. I think I’ve read far too many fairy tales lately (a bit of an Angela Carter binge) and they’re seeping into my dreams. Not really the most appropriate for post anaesthetic drowsiness!
      I hope you make a swift recovery. Nx

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