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Thursday, 23 August 2018
Back
I went to the doctors and said I’ve
got a bad hip, my hip hurts. He said,
stand up. I stood up. He said, take
off your shirt. I took off my shirt. He
said, turn round. I turned round. It all
went quiet. I looked over my shoulder
at him. He was looking at my back.
It’s bent, he said, it’s curved. Is it? I
said. Yes, it’s what we call scoliosis.
Right, I said, who did that? You did,
he said. I did? I said, when? I don’t
remember curving my back. No, he
said, I don’t suppose you do. What
did I do, I said, did I lean? Possibly, he
said. But from what you’re saying, one bit
of me leant one way and another bit
of me leant the other? Yes, he said,
So have I got to lean back now? I said.
Yes, he said. How will I know when
I’ve leaned back enough? I mean, I don’t
want to do a whole lot of leaning back
and discover that I’ve leaned too far,
otherwise I’ll have to lean back again
the way I came from, I said. Good point,
he said, you don’t want to lean too
much. Is that it then? I said. Do you
smoke? he said. No, I said. That’s good,
he said.