|Hey Bill, I like this story, it captures a main age related fear. Losing control of our personal stewardship. You know, when control over ones life is taken by another one may as well be a ghost.
And, anyplace where a visitor and some nurses can decide to amputate your leg is a scary place indeed.
I do think that some of the descriptions can be expanded on. I probably see this because it's something my own work often needs.
"The room stunk like a ripe, moldy cheese.being a vegan myself, I don't know what moldy cheese smells like. I could taste it on my lips"Sharp, tangy, gag me rotten? Or, like the sweet rot of dead flowers mixed with sulfer?
"I saw my bulging knee what does the bulging look like? Bulges can stick out anywhere. I once had a bulge on my knee about the size of a tennis ball.had turned a horrible yellow-green color and oozed pus"where doe it ooze from. What does it look like.
If you have a problem describing it, some reactions to it might help. The dead flowers mixed with sulfur smell immediately caused one nurse to throw up. On second thought those nurses are so used to it that they are probably unfazed. The visitor might work better, though I have my doubts about the reactivity of someone that wants to cut off a leg.
What a strange and cruel world that poor man found himself in.
That this it tracks so well with modern culture makes this story extra scary.
I enjoyed reading it. Thank you for sharing.