My life for the past three weeks has been lived under 10 ceiling tiles, one with a piece out of it. Two walls of curtains, the back wall of equipment and thankfully a big window looking at LuCliff place complete the picture.
It’s a ward of four beds and, although I thought I’d prefer a semi-private room and in fact signed for one, none was available when I was admitted and now I’m quite content to be here.
Today I become the dean of the ward – the Tibetan guy kitty corner to me goes home after 2 months. I will also lose the South African guy next to me tomorrow as he goes home.
The bed opposite me rotates occupants more. We have had nine folks through there in 20 days and the latest occupant look really young. I’m told that thoracic surgery closed on Friday for two weeks so maybe that will mean fewer new admissions and the ward will be quieter over the holidays.
I have had a brief respite from this space when I was taken to the Patient Court on the 4th floor earlier in the week. It’s a big airy space they use for receptions, concerts etc. and a place where patients and their families can get away from the wards and relax.
Being wheeled there in a chair reminded me of what it was like as a young kid – all I could see was from the perspective of a four foot tall person so each countertop was a surprise.
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