“ Whats up with your eye?”
So asked a patient’s relative moments later after I started to talk to him in the ward office
The sclera of my eye had turned an unsightly red giving me the look of a fat friendly zombie, which is not the look you want to have when you are sharing support on a hospice inpatients department.
Roger had given me a right swipe last night
I irrigated my eye with chlorampenicol eye drops nicked from the work fridge but when I got home my eye felt sticky and painful
Sailor John was waiting for me when I walked to the cottage.
Old Trev had had a fall in his garage and had just been carried to bed by a young passerby who had heard his calls after lying there for a few hours.
I was happy to help sort him out ,
His niece will be accompanying him for a check up in hospital in a few hours time.
Ambulance waits in wales are calculated in hours
It’s a scandal
Typical of Trev , after we had assessed his pain , and warmed him up with multiple duvets and after I got him to show me he hadn’t broken his hip
He said in his sing song , welsh accent, his tiny face peeping from under the bed clothes
“John , do you know you’ve done something to your eye?”
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