Pain-Friday 30th September

In a haze I woke on Friday morning and tried a few stretches in my hospital bed. Like a train the pain arrived, grinding mercilessly pushing at my boundaries and taking me into new territory.  "From one to ten how would you rate the pain ?" asked the nursing staff.  Trying to be nice, not wanting to offend, it was of the scale.  One is provided with a machine that duly pumps a millilitre of morphine into the bloodstream once the glowing green button is pressed at the bedside.  The machine allows a mill of morphine every 5 minutes and it couldn't keep up. My thigh had expanded so that the skin was tight as a drum. I was given an intravenous injection and the pain hung in the background persistent but not shrieking in my ear.  Now I was simply exhausted.  The surgeon, I was told would see me in the morning.