The Trip
I was only going to the shops sounds funny saying it now after everything that happened today but it's true. 24 hours ago I was in one sense fine, healthy even; I was asleep in my own bed and look at me now. Nearly killed twice in one day, lucky or what? I'm 36 and attached to numerous machines, a drip and cannula in each arm and unfortunately woke up to a catheter and a lovely scar from where my spleen used to be. One of the worse things is that everybody knows me here, being surrounded by friends and colleagues which I work with on a day to day basis, my best friend being my personal nurse when that's my job, literately. One of the first things my doctor, Ric Griffin said to me was; "If you work in the medical profession you make the worse patient". I suppose he's right. I don't want to make a fuss. So this is me, currently laid in a hospital bed, and I've never realised how strong the smell of hospital was before today, you have time to think about these type of things when you're a patient, all I can do is stay in this room, surrounded by nurses and doctors fussing over me when all the time i get flashback's from the traumatic day I've had to experience.