Alien invasion…..in my leg
A collection of climate stories mostly
It’s 2:24 in the morning, and over a week has slipped by since my hip operation. Now the heavy hitting Sackler sweeties, (Oxy Contin) in my case Oxynorm, is off the menu, it feels likes an alien invasion has taken place in my right thigh.
It’s not as dramatic as Alien, the science fiction movie, where Kane, played by John Hurt, human, has been hosting a particularly resourceful alien killing machine, before it escapes. A great film for sci-fi lovers and one of the few, where the sequel, Aliens, is even better.
In my case the clear signs of an intervention are reflected in a waterproof dressing running neatly in a north-south direction, towards the top of my right thigh. What’s inside feels altogether inorganic. It feels more robot than host to alien life form.
These wakeful periods have started not because of any spiteful pain but because I’m confined to sleeping on my back. That and the thing, which is making everything awkward, ungainly and android-like.
I really want to turn and get comfortable. I’m desperate to do what every sixties baby has done since birth and lie on my front again — cozy, sleep, yes please.
Aside from wondering how organic and inorganic matter is getting along down there, my mind has drifted onto this week’s…
