Yeah, yeah, good idea, Mickey was thinking.
"You have half an hour to get ready," Betty told him.
Mickey sent for his Private Nurse.
The worst part of being in a wheelchair, Mickey had come to realise, was that he couldn't do the simplest thing for himself.
Like going to the toilet.
The Nurse had been hired from an Agency, and was a fully qualified physiotherapist as well as being able to carry out nursing care. When not attending to the CEO, Mickey, she sat in a little office on the second floor and was approached by Corsh workers who needed attention to their aches and pains. It's an investment, Betty told him. We all need a little help, sometimes.
Mickey certainly did.
Although he still had full use of his upper body, and he was completely competent in his waste services, his leg
