the sound of sadness

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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.

Royal Berkshire Hospital

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.


4 bits of lovely banter on “the sound of sadness”

  1. ExpatEgghead writes:

    Please, I do hope you get well. Virtual flowers, chocolates, two good books and a small flask of vodka.

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    wendy writes

    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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  2. Indigo Roth writes:

    Longer entries please, Wendy! It was just getting interesting! Indigo x

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  3. ExpatEgghead writes:

    Wendy, oh no … I won’t to see this one through to the end.

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