getting a bed

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A&E entrancemidnight 13th/14th August

By midnight I’m tired, in pain, lonely, nowhere to go, no book to read and with the prospect of 10 more hours of this.

Barely holding back the tears of temporary, pure, sadness.

I’ll feel better after a good sleep. I’m a talented sleeper. I can sleep almost anywhere. I lay my jacket on the floor against the wall in a quieter part of A&E, then gently lay myself on top of it and started drifting into much needed sleep.

This action removed my invisibility-to-hospital-staff cloak. Staff started waking me up to ask me what was happening.

I don’t know….

mumbled between my tears

Within 10 minutes they’d moved me to a ward and a bed.

getting a bed
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4 bits of lovely banter on “getting a bed”

  1. Pat writes:

    I’m so sorry you have had such a painful lonely time. All best wishes for a speedy recovery, full mobility and to be back with friends and family.

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    wendy writes

    Hi Pat, thanks for your kind thoughts. Things did get better, friends and family have been fabulous and I’m mending well 🙂

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  2. Scarlet writes:

    This is awful. This must happen to people all the time. What can we do to stop it happening?
    Sx

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    wendy writes

    My impression was that there was more need than there were available staff, rooms, beds… And in Worthing an elderly population meant more mobility impairing accidents – which are more important than wrists. When I get old I’ll try and live near lots of young people…

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