Monday, mised a day
Yesterday the blog thiung was down so i missed it....
Sunday. Vistit Mr Lecturer in Hospital, his pee is lemonade now not deep claret so he looks on the mend. His sister and Bro in law were there, seem nice (tho form experience you never can really tell). Walkign thro a ward is a sad experience. Theres a young guy in a side room, lieing still under thin hospital blankets. Hair swept back, smart looking, clean, but hes always lieing on his back totaly unconcious. Feet together, like a wrapped mummy. Often theres an older guy or a lady standing looking away from him, looking out of the window. On the other side an older lady, skin like paper, wrinkled, oxygen tubes to her nose. Oposite her a thin haired darker lady, toothless, smiles as we walk past, sitting by her bed, eyes watery. All round nurses and ancilary staff buz round, never once saw one wash thier hands though. As we left the air ambulance took off from casulty.
Monday. Call from Mr Lecturer, as long as he pees clear three time they are to let him home. Later we rush to our phone, but miss it, its his number but hes engaged now then not answering. I hope that means he was off to the pub. .. just tried him again, yes hes home and tired but Ok.
This afternoons saw Mutual friend. She thinks deadlines for "them" to make an aplication for the lad is today but hasnt phoned court of find out. She said that she sent "them" a letter last week tryign to arange visits etc, no reply so far. She lives in a diferent world from us. She ahs 600 quid a month for food etc (not the mortgage) and cant see where to make economys. I wsih i had so much money! She has a terrible habit of hemorageing money, just walkign down a street she can have spent ten quid without trying. She lives in a place called money.
Sunday. Vistit Mr Lecturer in Hospital, his pee is lemonade now not deep claret so he looks on the mend. His sister and Bro in law were there, seem nice (tho form experience you never can really tell). Walkign thro a ward is a sad experience. Theres a young guy in a side room, lieing still under thin hospital blankets. Hair swept back, smart looking, clean, but hes always lieing on his back totaly unconcious. Feet together, like a wrapped mummy. Often theres an older guy or a lady standing looking away from him, looking out of the window. On the other side an older lady, skin like paper, wrinkled, oxygen tubes to her nose. Oposite her a thin haired darker lady, toothless, smiles as we walk past, sitting by her bed, eyes watery. All round nurses and ancilary staff buz round, never once saw one wash thier hands though. As we left the air ambulance took off from casulty.
Monday. Call from Mr Lecturer, as long as he pees clear three time they are to let him home. Later we rush to our phone, but miss it, its his number but hes engaged now then not answering. I hope that means he was off to the pub. .. just tried him again, yes hes home and tired but Ok.
This afternoons saw Mutual friend. She thinks deadlines for "them" to make an aplication for the lad is today but hasnt phoned court of find out. She said that she sent "them" a letter last week tryign to arange visits etc, no reply so far. She lives in a diferent world from us. She ahs 600 quid a month for food etc (not the mortgage) and cant see where to make economys. I wsih i had so much money! She has a terrible habit of hemorageing money, just walkign down a street she can have spent ten quid without trying. She lives in a place called money.
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