A newbie has arrived and I am busy trying hard NOT to listen to the stream of health professionals that are explaining what will happen to him.
Impossible not to hear - its a curtain dividing us not a wall.
They make it sound so nice.
Mum is asking millions of silly questions, just as I did.
Dad has just arrived and is consumed by the local parking situation (anything to avoid the real conversation).
The professionals are very clinical, very X Y Z
But I really know what's coming for them.
I want to cry for them I am sitting hugging my cold cup of coffee thanking god we have our curtains shut.
I am not in the frame of mind to smile and confirm to 'mum' that indeed everything will be ok and this is a great hospital.
I only have enough strength for me today. I will have to make a run for it soon. I need more coffee.
Head down, no eye contact.
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