…. They are worried that there is nothing wrong with me so they are trying to make me ill, they are doing that through sleep deprivation. I must have got about 3 hrs sleep, if that.

There was the guy with low blood sugar they were trying to feed weetabix to at midnight.

There was the old lady by the nurses station who wanted the light off, wanted to go home, wanted to throw herself under the bus, repeated ad nauseum in a very loud voice.

There was the old guy who wanted to get up and go home because he had a date’ with Iris.

You can forgive all them, it’s not their fault and in some ways i feel deepy sorry for them. The one’s that annoyed me most were the two gents who wanted to tell each other their life stories until 11:30. Have some f’ing consideration i wanted to shout, but of course didn’t because i’m british.

I do have a great admiration for the nurses and their patience. I couldn’t have put up with the old lady shouting all night. I’d have throttled her. It must have made their night shift seem awfully long.

I know i must be tired because i am very emotional. The guy with the date was trying to get out of bed in the evening. He was trying desperately to pull out his catheter and climb over the bars to get out, maybe his date had given him a promise, that would explain his eagerness, the nurse was so gentle and tender with him it brought a lump to my throat. Breakfast is on its way now. Mmmmm wonder what we’ve got today.

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