Three or four nights after surgery – when, in the words of the staff, I have ‘mobilised’ – I come out of the bathroom and spot a circus strongman squatting on my bed. He sees me too; from beneath his shaggy brow he rolls a liquid eye. Brown-skinned, naked except for the tattered hide of some endangered species, he is bouncing on his heels and smoking furiously without taking the cigarette from his lips: puff, bounce, puff, bounce. What rubbish, I think, actually shouting at myself, but silently. This is a no-smoking hospital. It is impossible this man would be allowed in, to behave as he does. Therefore he’s not real, and if he’s not real I can take his space. As I get into bed beside him, the strongman vanishes. I pick up my diary and record him: was there, isn’t any more.posted by adamvasco (22 comments total) 22 users marked this as a favorite
During her twenties she suffered from a debilitating and painful illness. This was initially diagnosed as a psychiatric illness for which she was hospitalised and treated with anti-psychotic drugs. These produced a paradoxical reaction of psychotic symptoms and for some years she refrained from seeking help from doctors. Finally, in Africa, and desperate, she consulted a medical text-book and realised she was probably suffering from a severe form of endometriosis, a diagnosis confirmed back in London. The condition and necessary surgery left her unable to have children and continued to disrupt her life, with continued treatment by steroids radically changing her appearance. -- Wikipediaposted by taz at 3:20 AM on November 4, 2010
« Older Regina Jonas was the first woman rabbi.... | “There’s a certain exuberance ... Newer »
This thread has been archived and is closed to new comments
I hope she makes a full recovery from what sounds like a terrible botch of an operation.
The piece is terrific, quite gripping. It remided me slightly of The Ordeal of Gilbert Pinfold and perhaps Kingsley Amis' A Peep Round the Twist.
posted by Segundus at 2:16 AM on November 4, 2010