For my first night in hospital, I was placed in the men’s spinal unit. They all snored in unison. All night! The next morning, I was moved into a room with three other women. I think I was the youngest by at least thirty years. It was like the ‘ghosts of Christmases to come’. And these futures made me shudder.
The woman to my right was easily 80 and did not eat solids – not that chocolate custard for lunch would bother me. She had fallen and broken her hip. Ouch! I am not a fan of potential hip problems, but the most confronting part was that she would often have quite lucid moments where she’d converse with a gentleman who wasn’t actually there. She used to be a nurse apparently. Time can be cruel.
Read more: (Part 2) A day in a ward: drugs, why anyone hospitalised needs them
Freya
Art imitating life… Is this really happening? Part 1… of many
I’ve just returned from a brief, but seemingly unending and impromptu, stay in hospital. I’m not dead and have regaining feeling in each of my extremities, so it’s all good.
I have so much to write about but, to make it easy, let’s do this in tiny chapters.
First up: medical professionals
Read more: Art imitating life… Is this really happening? Part 1… of many
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