BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 175
Hospitals didn‟t have air conditioning then, which can be pretty damned bad in a
muggy Michigan summer. However, they permitted smoking, right there in my bed, so it
seems a decent trade-off. While I could‟ve handled it back then, not being able to smoke,
(it might‟ve even been what I needed to quit), all it would do now is send me into fatal
state of shock.
I‟m too heavily addicted these days, I guess.
The fractured bones in my leg weren‟t even set the first two weeks. Since they
planned to take it off, why bother? They never did set the ankle. Just left it as was when
I came into the ER. Then, after Dr. Pomeroy and I made our deal, things were different.
Still, they first had to get rid of the infection before they could do any fixin‟.
He was right. Achromycin does make you want to puke. I never did, but I had a
lot of times when I really wanted to. However, I was more determined to keep my bent
wheel than I was unwilling to offload lunch, so it worked out okay.
The staff was something else, in a few different ways. There was an x-ray tech I
suspect was also a registered asshole. I‟m quite sure, if I‟d made him show proof, one
way or the other, that bastard was a Democrat.
I knew how they were supposed to do it whenever my leg had to be raised for any
purpose, particularly before the fractures were set. It required two people, always nurses
until the day this bastard came into my room. I was in 433, in case you want to check.
June fifteenth to July thirtieth, 1965. If they can‟t remember me, ask some of the nurses
who were on then. They will.
This x-ray asshole said he had to get films on my leg. I explained it required two
people. One for my upper leg, one for the lower leg. Each person needed to put one
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