Posts Tagged ‘ Hospital ’
The trip to Broomfield was an experience in itself. Once in the ambulance I realised I was not the only one who was being transported to somewhere else. In the seat opposite my bed sat an elderly lady, she was very quiet and looked very fragile. She was being moved to Warley Hospital, and she [ READ MORE ]
It is now the 17th December and I wake up in Oldchurch hospital after being unconscious for most of the previous day. I still haven’t looked under the covers to see my leg, as I am afraid of what I might see, or not see as the case may be. As the day goes on [ READ MORE ]
The 16th December 2000, the first day of the rest of my life. The day started like any other normal day. I woke up, got washed and got dressed, then decided that I would go and get my hair cut. Like I said “like any other normal day.” But I was not expecting what was [ READ MORE ]
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