I was moved from my side room last night at 9 which was disappointing, but I understand why. People need to be isolated and I don't at the min so fair enough.
Moved into a ward with 3 blokes, 3 x tv's on full blast on different channels and a shared blocked toilet. Nice.
Last tv went off at whatever time the live roulette online gambling thing comes on, though not after weighting half an hour for a nurse to come & turn it off.
This morning after catching some sleep I am woken at 5.30 by a dawn chorus of Noel Bastarding Edmods Deal or No Deal.
Very poorly bloke in bed next door so I really can't complain, but it really is like some sort of water torture, lying here desperate for some kip listening to the perma-crap-haired Mr.Edmonds, now everyone is awake and talking about knees , paracetamol, the Magic Roundabout
& the budget. I pretend to be asleep behind my curtain. I'm not.
I wonder to myself if the doctors use some sort of sliding scale of illness for these patients. Where 1 is ok (me)and 4 is so far gone that watching the aforementioned perma-highlighted-cowboy-booted-self satisfied-beard dying-ex dj's excruciating afternoon tv quiz ( on repeat at 5 in the morning FFS!!! )is somehow tolerated due to the seriousness of their condition.
Sorry, rant over.
Next door has turned his telly off now, must be tired. He's snoring. It's 6.56.
Quick update, it's now 7.10. Two tellies are on, both on itv but about a second out of sync with each other.Bleeeeeeding hell. It's going to be a long day folks.
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