name:
date of birth
Part one: My Friday.
My Friday stated as did my Thursday - awake in my own bed. Although what I did differently this morning - learnt from Thursday - was to take note that all was not working correctly within my body. Yet like the Thursday - rose from my bed and carried out my bathroom duiies - followed by breakfast.
It was there when my Friday changed from my Thursday.
The uncomfortableness within my againg carcass over came my wish to do nothing.
Like a shy schoolboy eager to report a disturbance - to the headmaster - questioned the outcome of that call.
My nevious hand reached for the phone my nevious forefinger struck against the appropriate numbers. It was exactly at this point - when a voice asked of my enquiry and to whom I wish to speak too?
I was struck dumb…
The questions came towards me from this person quicker than my brain could provide the answers.
Part two: My ambulance .
However: 45 minutes later - I had two young ladies - within my domain: 5 minutes later - I was naked with hundreds cables attaching to a red box on the floor.
Her hands were warm. Her smile was bright and pleasant. Her voice controlled all my following procedures.
I have never felt as important than I feel at this moment. In my own ambulance ( 55 years between trips ) - driven by Amandra - strapped onto a bed - next to Annabelle - checking again - my full name - my date of birth.
This answer to this question becomes the only information I can and need to remember ….
Part three: E R Department
From this point on - once I arrived at the ER department - I became a different person.
Having convinced the (keeper of the key my entry ) that I was the same person whom got in the ambulance and whom had now got out of the ambulance - was that same person.
It was at this time and at this point of place - once moved from my ambulance bed to a waiting room chair - my condition was not of a high priority to anyone but to me.
I was now feeling like a fraud - having put all these people to this extra work load. Taking my blood pressure again. Taking my temperature again.
Plus: now sticking neadles in to my arm and rubbing my blood. Not only did they want my blood pressure numbers - they wanted my temperature numbers - they wanted me to pee into a bottle.
An hour had passed since my arrival and that fact recorded - on every iPad / tablet ( whatever) and even on hard copy.
Within the following hour: to break my boredom - a young girl appeared asking me follow her to the X ray department. Stand in this direction - she instructed Stand in this direction - she instructed.
To my chair in the waiting room I returned. It was now i txted my personal support team leader….
Part four: My support team.
Known as my family - each and anyone loved in equal measure ( treasured by their stupid father + )
I txt the ringleader - with the request to collect and return him to his sanctuary . Without a question about my name and age - I am collected.
Part five: That dreaded phone call.
That phone call arrived as I lay upon my sofa - not sure if I was better or worse than Friday - it was this phone call that settled the argument ( I was having with myself) apparently I was not better - because a nasty little bug was squatting within my chest - feeding off my blood ( basted )
Part six: (repeat four) My support team
Part seven: The same patient but on a different day.
Today I thought I had one over everyone else - I knew my name and date of birth off hand.
(My support team went beyond the call of duty )
Part eight: From freedom to prison.
The time that one’s freedom disappears is important - and on many occasions never recorded - this possibility one of those times.
So for this story - it will be recorded as 5.30 pm.
My freedom was dashed once dinner arrived and eaten - immediately as prisoned with no escape - ascended to the floor above.
My mind and body unaccustomed to the situation before me wished together could descend to the floor below.
Yet it was not to be - enclosed within my wheeled chariot - then enclosed in the area which was to be my bedroom - with no escape - I lay.
Which seamed like 40 days and 40 nights - I was enclosed - enclosed in unfamiliar surroundings.
Can my story contain further excitement - without food and medicine. I can assure you it does not.
Night brought no peace. Night brought sounds so unfamiliar to one - one with so much time on one’s own. Between the visits to my bedside from the angles of the night - woken to confirm - name and date of birth - satisfied - blood pressure and temperature stolen - or were the angles just thieves in the night.
My drug dealer arrived before the brakes of dawn - fulling by sole with the liquid of gold - hoping only my name and date of birth was correctly recorded.
Confined in the depth of Ward 1 / B14 - I lay fed - drugged and slipping slowly into insanity.
Christ. I hear a door bell ring - ding dong it rang - ding dong it rang - brining an angel of the night
Fuck. From my fellow prisoner in bed 1 - I hear a fart - a fart - decibels beyond safe healthy hearing.
Shit. Within seconds - my fellow prisoner in bed 3 - comes a sound like a deep sea sperm whale.
Christ. Once again - I hear a door bell ring - ding dong it rang - ding dong it rang - once more bringing with it - another angel of the night
Bugger. My fellow prisoner in bed 2 - for the first time of many tonight - stumbles her way to the bathroom
Laying on my bed - adjusting the positions of my bed with the remote
1 back up
2 back down
3 legs up
4 legs down
5 both legs up and back up
6 back down legs up
7 bed back to level setting
Insanity controls the orchestra as I conduct the movements of my fellow companions
1 firter
2 the night walker
3 the sperm whale
4 the mystery prisoner
Each with the opportunity to ring the doorbell - bringing an angel of the night to their bedside.
Part nine: the truth is exposed
My Sunday returns common sense to my world.
Go young man - gather your belongings - free yourself from these premises - knowing that you arrived with circumstances undiagnosed - spent hours in suspense and frustration - emotion overtaking common sense.
You were fed both with food and medicine - with kindness and constructive words - told not to worry - told not to be embarrassed.
You did not die from a heart attack. You do not die from a stroke.
You did not perish from the temperature - within your carcass
Part ten: summary
Friday: I was welcomed at the front door. Name and date of birth.
Sunday: I was shown out at a different door. Just a goodbye and a piece of paper
You were discharged from the hospital - take this list and get your prescriptions - follow as instructions on the box.
My understanding of what happened
I had a pain across my chest and a little down my right side.
I remember the adds - advising people - if you suffer these pains - don’t have a shower or go for a walk - ring an ambulance.
I did on the second day of having these pains - it is no small effort in making that call.
The rest is history ( as people say )
This elderly gentlemen (me) will just record here - that he is very impressed - very grateful for all the help and service he received from the ambulance people - to all the doctors and nurses in the hospital - and to his family .
PS:
The nasty little squatter - living with me - lied - it gave me this heartache.
Name: Date of birth
