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Sport 36: Winter 2008

Day two

Day two

I just want to get up. To sit up further in the bed. To race my legs up and down the corridor. There is no sleep at night. Just racing. And jangling nerves. And a nurse appearing and disappearing and visitors too. The surgeon says it's all pretty fragile. That there'll be four weeks bedrest. No sitting up any further than 45 degrees. That they'll just see how things go.

They take another x-ray. They have to transfer me from the bed to the x-ray trolley. Hip transfer! the nurse hollers down the corridor. The physio has given me a hint: press the button on the morphine drip just before they move you.

While I'm away they change my mattress. Give me the one with the motor. A ripple bed. Four weeks on your back is not good for the skin.