ABSTRACT
I’m to be an exhibit in the lecture theatre today important consultants are gathered there to hear what others say.
I have to display my mended leg held rigid with metal rods to a roomful of medical men bone-setters and orthopods. So wheel me, porter, wheel me in my supermarket trolley out of this humdrum ward. It’s ages before they can see me they’re studying X-rays and charts and I must sit in the subway before my performance starts.
