So Sunday 11th August I am awaken by around 9 people around my hospital bed (i had earplugs and my eye mask to help me get some sleep the night before). They ask me how I am feeling...my answer: "well my leg is broken, I had 3 failed ankle manipulations last night, I'm in pain and I want more sleep". A hop to the toilet (i will never say anything bad about a disabled toilet again!), back into bed then it's time to get ready for theatre. I am given a bowl with some soapy water to have a wash with
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