After a frank talk with the doctor, it seems he is reasonably happy for me to be discharged (insert multiple exclamations be smileys here). As they are still uncertain of why I became ill, I will need to return to give blood and keep in contact as things could start to deteriorate at any time.
Beyond the doors of the A&E, past the corridors of the Surgical Assessment Unit is the Gaylord Ward, a unit for long term visitors who all seem to be well over sixty-five with a range of diagnosis from broken bones to gaping colectomy bags. There are nighttime screamers ("nurse, help me please!!! I'm dying!!!!"), apathetic
At any moment, life can bend and twist and turn and change in a multitude of directions. So often when we are busy, preoccupied with routine activities we tend to overlook its fragility and mystery, taking our bodies, intelligent brains and divine potential for granted. It is New Year's Eve. Many people have shifted their