Pneumonia
[I ended up in intensive care with pneumonia, after recovering I was moved to a ward - the post below was written to try to help me cope!]
I have started to treat my confinement as if it was a slightly strange eastern-European stag weekend. Accommodation is very similar, disturbed sleep, strange noises in the night, the smell - there are differences, the primary one is the limited access to alcohol (apart from the every present green alcohol hand wipe bottles…) also the women are a little older, but in a similar state of flimsy attire.
I watched Trainspotting last night just to get a baseline with the toilet scene…my wife has kindly provided a selection of DVDs - however none are really daytime viewing it must be said…I am now trying to work out when would be an acceptable time of the morning to watch Reservoir Dogs!
One other thing that is keeping me sane (apart from the dinky little Sony TX, that has enabled all of this distraction) is music, my antique iPod gave up the ghost days ago (it only normally lasts a days commute at best). So instead I have an external 2.5″ disk that has all my, and Tonio’s music - again this makes for a slightly surreal scenario. Tonio’s music collection is extensive, but primarily dance oriented - so I am sitting here having my own little rave [Altern 8 - Infiltrate 202] whilst the other inmates chat away in their little worlds.
And these worlds are a little different to yours, or mine - yesterday one patient thought his bedside trolley was a car, initially he couldn’t find the starter (no shit), however later in the day he must have overcome this problem (hotwired?) as he was arguing with the nurses that his trolley car was parked on double-yellows and obstructing traffic…
One of the nurses(?) helpfully laughed that I look unwell, fucking great - how would she feel stuck in this situation when you physically feel fine… [note to self - must get hair wax!]