the sound of sadness
9pm 17th August: check-in
Friday night on a Trauma ward was set against a background chorus of quiet crying, distressed mumbling and snoring. A blanket of private sadnesses reverberating through the ward.
The lady at Ward reception wasn’t expecting a patient to checkin. She went off to find someone who might know about me. A 2 inch thick folder of patient notes lay on the reception table facing me. I read my name on the cover. Mainly empty forms, no X-Rays, no notes, a couple of interesting letters from my GP. The lady returned.
Bed 26, follow me
The silver haired patient in bed 24, opposite, smiled and nodded in a silent welcoming way.
September 20th, 2012
Please, I do hope you get well. Virtual flowers, chocolates, two good books and a small flask of vodka.
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Expat, Thankyou! Things do indeed get better, but not for a few posts yet – are you asking me to curb this more sad theme?
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September 20th, 2012
Longer entries please, Wendy! It was just getting interesting! Indigo x
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September 22nd, 2012
Wendy, oh no … I won’t to see this one through to the end.
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