I was encouraged to be more mobile today despite the number of tubes and bags attached to me and started to potter around the ward. I was feeling much better today and was moving quite freely but it still came as some thing of a surprise when, at tea time, the medical staff decided that my painkilling and anaesthetic drivers could be removed and that I should be able to cope on oral medicaton. So I started on a course of Paracetamol and Codeine, sounds a bit ‘headachy’ doesn’t it?
The beds in the ward were filled with chest patients who had all undergone various procedures and were at various stages of their care pathway. We all got on well as a group and before long, as happens when you get a bunch of blokes trapped together, we were soon putting the world to rights. It’s funny how a place like hospital becomes a great leveller and all ideas of social position are discarded as everyone is crushingly brought to the same level by a combination of bad pyjamas and intrusive investigations. The four of us covered the spectrum from very obviously upper middle class to lower working class yet we never once found it hard to find a topic of conversation and, somewhat amazingly, steered clear of the most controversial topics such as politics and religion.
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