What I did on my Holidays Part two
....so there I was in the observation ward of the cardiac ward. Oddly enough I felt well, better than I had for a few months. Apart, that is, from the two needles left in my arms to allow for drugs to be injected. The sensors stuck to me body to monitor my heart and the wee clip on my finger which measured the oxygen levels in my blood. I had a
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When I had my 6 weeks worth I'm told I had never looked better in my life, which was probably something to do with the 120 units of cortizone they were mainlining into me on a daily basis. Up, up and away.
The ward was closed but for amergencies. There was me, this skeletally thin Sikh gentleman who was obviously not long for this vale of tears, and a jockey who had been thrown into a fence at Teesside Park. He kept on demanding cigarettes at 3 in the morning until one day I woke to find him gone. Not me. I slept through the night in those days. The nurses? Who could blame them? The Sikh gentleman doing one last good deed?
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