1 Yes, yes, I'm know I'm being carried away. Even so, bear with me. After all, I have a laptop and thus am prey to the tendency which corresponds to playing with one's new mobile telephone, namely, playing with the laptop.
2 Yet, being out of hospital, I do have something substantive to report. I was a patient in East Surrey Hospital for six days, during which time I came quickly to an unqualified admiration for the kindliness with which everyone of the staff treated me.
2.1 Meanwhile, there were two of us in the ward of six beds who had laptops. From 0700 onwards we were logged in and we remained so throughout the day. Rig for the day was hospital pyjamas, a costume which acted as a passe-partout throughout the hospital. Morning walks for the paper and the coffee, walks later in the morning and later for the pleasure of walking and of coffee. Books and books.
3 And a heartening, so heartening a network of supporters and minders. A chap is entitled to feel just how fortunate he is and to feel just how humbled he is.
4 Meanwhile, I'll keep doing what the management require me to, that is, to follow the rules of release and to keep taking the pills.
Ancient patient (retd)
Sunday, 7 December 2014
Bulletin 3
The Ancient Patient –
‘All right so far’
Bulletin 3
07/12/2014
1
As the man fell from the top of the skyscraper,
he heard a voice calling out ‘How’re you
doing?’ ‘I’m doing fine’, replied the
man, ‘so far’.
2
The day has been a good one. In company with my lovely lady carer (LLC) I
was able to travel to the RAF Club in Piccadilly, there to attend a Family
lunch which I had arranged some weeks ago.
I recognised the journey from Three Bridges to London Victoria –
disruptions at East Grinstead – and from Victoria to the Club, at the western
end of Piccadilly. There I recognised
and was recognised. The family
assembled, adults and young persons. We
all got on with our meal and with each other.
The young persons conducted themselves well and so did the adults. A gratifying event, good company, in familiar
surroundings. We have agreed to hold the
next one late in March to mark my birthday – ok, ok, the seventy-eighth, since
you ask – and a neiece’s.
3
Meanwhile, I walked from the Club, which is
opposite the Bomber Command memorial, to Victoria with no more than the
occasional wobble. Tomorrow, when I will
walk out with a walking companion, a volunteer, one who answered the call to
take the old fellow for a walk, I will wear a lanyard looped to which will be
my name, address, and telephone numbers, I will use a stick, and I will wear
the new bright-yellow cycling top, which, remember, will not be worn again in
anger, I reckon, for some months at least.
(If at all.)
4
Tomorrow, too, I hope to be able to turn to some
jobs. There is an edition of the RBL
(East Grinstead) Journal to compile.
There are bills to pay. And so
on.
5
And there will be a blog to set up. Once it is in place – and the catchy title
<Donstumour.blogstpot.com> comes to mind – I will circulate the address
and I will post all the news on it.
6
I have had a good day. I hope that I will be able to have other such
days whilst I wait for the next significant medical event, namely, the
consultation with specialists in Guildford.
That appointment is likely to be fixed tomorrow.
7
Points of
contacts
The points of contact remain: Me
01342410751; 07958530880; Christa 01342410751; Ashley 01825764030
8
Distribution of this bulletin
Please pass on the information in
this bulletin without restriction. I am
flattered, and humbled, that people want to know. It is helpful to all, in my view, that
someone who wants to chat to me knows about my condition beforehand (and so
doesn’t have to wonder ‘What shall I say to him?’)
The Ancient Cyclist (retired)
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