Wave after wave: fear, dread, anger, self-pity—every day and especially during the long nights in hospital. Royal Victoria hospital had stopped giving him whatever drug the hospital near Derry had. The Derry drug made him feel awful, but knocked him out. A blessing. Without it, he often was awake feeling several points of pain. The only relaxation he’d had was during the haircut and shave the surgeon’s barber had given him that morning.
His nearest and dearest did little to calm him. Scrabbling and tussling with one another as they had. No, that wasn’t fair. It was all Da, not Rosie or Albert.
No, that wasn’t fair. It was all Da, not Rosie or Albert.The last day of waiting for the eye surgery. Tomorrow morning, he’d be wheeled into the operating room. The afternoon visiting hours began.
