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Anne sit still so the leg can be fitted the nun said. I sat still as I could on the chair in the medical room of the home. The doctor fitted the leg to my stump. I didn't like it it looked ugly I wanted my old leg back not this contraption. There now stand on it the doctor said pleased with himself. I held onto the chair back and stood up on the artificial leg and moved it. It feels like a ton weight I said. You'll get used to that he said walk around. I walked as best I could it felt unusual like I was carrying a passenger. What do you think? the nun said. I said nothing and walked around the room both of them watching me. It was hard work I had to remember to lift the leg each time. You've got the knack the quack said. No need for your crutch any more the nun said. A stick maybe at first the quack said just to steady maybe. I sighed it will do I guess I said not as good as my own ******* leg. Language Anne the nun said pulling a face of disapproval. Walk slower at first the quack said ignoring my language. I slowed down. You will have to make sure you do not rub the stump he said. The nun stood there gawking like a magpie. I want to go outside and try it I said. Be careful the quack said. The magpie stared at me. I walked out of the medical room and along the passage. I walked past other kids who stared at me and out through the French window out on the lawn. ******* fresh air I said. The Kid was standing by the first table how is it? he said. Feels odd but at least I can walk without the fecking crutch I said. We walked down the lawn to our table and I sat in a white metal chair and wished the **** the leg wasn't there.
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
ANNE'S NEW LEG 1959.
Anne sit still so the leg can be fitted the nun said. I sat still as I could on the chair in the medical room of the home. The doctor fitted the leg to my stump. I didn't like it it looked ugly I wanted my old leg back not this contraption. There now stand on it the doctor said pleased with himself. I held onto the chair back and stood up on the artificial leg and moved it. It feels like a ton weight I said. You'll get used to that he said walk around. I walked as best I could it felt unusual like I was carrying a passenger. What do you think? the nun said. I said nothing and walked around the room both of them watching me. It was hard work I had to remember to lift the leg each time. You've got the knack the quack said. No need for your crutch any more the nun said. A stick maybe at first the quack said just to steady maybe. I sighed it will do I guess I said not as good as my own ******* leg. Language Anne the nun said pulling a face of disapproval. Walk slower at first the quack said ignoring my language. I slowed down. You will have to make sure you do not rub the stump he said. The nun stood there gawking like a magpie. I want to go outside and try it I said. Be careful the quack said. The magpie stared at me. I walked out of the medical room and along the passage. I walked past other kids who stared at me and out through the French window out on the lawn. ******* fresh air I said. The Kid was standing by the first table how is it? he said. Feels odd but at least I can walk without the fecking crutch I said. We walked down the lawn to our table and I sat in a white metal chair and wished the **** the leg wasn't there.
A GIRL IN ANURSING HOME IN 1959
TerryCollett
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
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