CHAPTER XVIII
ROEHAMPTON: "BOB" THE GREY, AND THE ARMISTICE
After Christmas it was thought I was well enough to be fitted with an artificial limb, and in due course I applied to the limbless hospital at Roehampton. The reply came back in a few days.
"Dear Sir, (I groaned),
"You must apply to so-and-so and we will then be able to give you a bed in a fortnight's time, etc.
Signed: "Sister D."
My heart sank. I was up against the old question again, and in desperation I wrote back:
"Dear Madam,
"My trouble is that I am a girl, etc."
and poured forth all my woes on the subject. Sister D., who proved to be an absolute topper, was considerably amused and wrote back most sympathetically. She promised to do all she could for me and told the surgeon the whole story, and it was arranged for him to see me and advise what type of leg I had better wear and then decide where I was to be put up later. He was most kind, but I returned from the interview considerably depressed for, before I could wear an artificial leg, another operation had to be performed. It took place at the military hospital in January and I felt I should have to hurry in order to be "doing everything as usual" by the time the year was up, as Captain C. had promised.