I worry sometimes that the woman might leave me here. That she may have forgotten me.
It's the drugs, I suppose. They induce a state of lethargy which is somehow morbid and slightly depressing. Still, on a positive note, it would not be entirely pleasant to be at home today. People do strange things on certain days of the year, holidays they …
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In which I almost worry
January 26, 2009 by 1 Comment
In which I suffer boredom
January 23, 2009 by 3 Comments
Bored. Vaguely restless. Can't concentrate for long.
I've read the clipboard with my medical notes, assessed the value of striking up a conversation with the ginger tom and plotted the width of the ward walls by measuring the angles in the corners through a paw held at 90 degrees.
What else? Tried not to drink the water to test my theory …
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In which I encounter hospital food
January 22, 2009 by Leave a Comment
They are giving me food. I cannot describe my relief. It's so welcome after nary a nibble for almost four days, but the quality is not what I would describe as haute cuisine. The only haute I can see is the price. Indeed I hesitate to call it cuisine at all, but what can you expect from hospital food?
Hospital food! Who doesn't complain? …
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