Sport 36: Winter 2008
Day seven
Day seven
The nurse comes in. We've got to move you, sorry, someone else needs the single room.
But how will I, what about when I, in a room full of other people?
We have a perfume spray, she says, it'll be okay.
While I'm anxious about privacy, I'm also hungry for a different view—the corridor, the nurses' station—anything. I'm hungry to have sounds connected to people and objects.
They steer my bed into a cubicle with three other women. I'm lucky, I still have a window view. This time I am facing the Belmont hills and beyond them to Porirua, Plimmerton and home.