Monthly Archives: September 2011
The Homecoming…
Sat swaying slightly in my decrepit, uncomfortable wheelchair as the ambulance ferried me, my new super casts and soon to be best friend The Zimmer back to my little house I found myself reflecting on my time on the ward. … Continue reading
Welcome to the ward – Meet the Zimmers…
Blinking at the bright sun as it hit me in the eyes like a fist, I peered tearily out from the cool shadows of the hospital exit at the bustling world I’d not been part of for the last three … Continue reading
Finding Alan…
Mental ill health will affect one in four of us enough to ensure we visit our GP about the problem. Think about it. The average UK household will, by the law of averages, contain at least one person who will … Continue reading
Welcome to the ward – Friends
Visitors. The lifeblood of any hospital. They are living proof there is a world beyond the pale, mottled and drab beige walls you’ve been staring at slack jawed for the last however many hours. They bring with them the news, … Continue reading
Welcome to the ward – Transformers…
I’m a battler. Almost dying in hospital as a newborn seems to have imbued me with a degree of tenacity and self-motivation you could variously, and quite rightly describe as foolish, admirable or deeply troubling depending on how much you’d … Continue reading
Welcome to the ward – Commode wars…
When just about everything you rather selfishly took for granted is whisked away in the blink of an eye and you are sent to a hell of your own making as a result, it’s probably time you paid some attention … Continue reading
Welcome to the ward – Home is where the chart is…
If not publicly then at least in private she would forever be known to me as Nurse Wilkes – the psychopathic ‘number one fan’ in Stephen King’s novel ‘Misery’ who gets to keep her favourite author captive following a car … Continue reading
Welcome to the ward – Day I
My first morning on the orthopaedic ward merely served to reaffirm my initial post-anaesthesia observation that I was now in hell. I’d finally got into some semblance of a comfortable position after a night of pain not even the analgesic … Continue reading
Welcome to the ward…
Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall… Confucius ‘Is this hell?’ was my first groggy, but not particularly surprised thought as I came around from the anaesthetic. After all, hell is where … Continue reading
Eye of the storm…
Ever had a moment in your life when you’ve had to draw on every fragment of your life experiences whilst much of what you considered superfluous learning coalesces to become a font of much needed knowledge? I’ve had a couple. … Continue reading
