THURSDAY 20TH
FEBRUARY
Little things
hurt a lot
Sorting stuff
ready to go home, I laid out my nightie, yesterday’s blouse and undies, Ferretfingers’
jarmies and the socks he was wearing the day of his accident.
Then I noticed
one had a long tear down the front.
They had had
to cut his sock off.
What he had gone
through hit me and I could barely hold myself together.
All that in
the midst of relative strangers...
I shut the
cubicle door, put my hankie over my mouth and went to the window so no one
could see me sob.
13.40
Just been down
to X-Ray for a picture of his ankle before discharge.
The porter put
us next to an elderly lady.
She was
plucking at and pulling back her bedlinen
saying weakly “Oh I can’t find my
key. I’ve lost the key.”
“That’s ok
love” I said “They’ll have your key.”
“My front door
key?”
“Yes love,
they’ll have it safe somewhere for you”
She seemed
reassured and smiled at me.
I asked if I
could put her bedclothes back for her.
A tiny bruised
kneed confused little bird of a woman.
She started
talking to me
about where she’d been living
and what she’d been doing
and how
she liked Marks & Sparks food.
At least I
think that’s what she said.
I couldn’t
quite follow.
But I smiled
and nodded
because sometimes you just need someone to listen.
Her
name was Audrey.
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