The Horizontal Slacker Day 5 ? 12 Days a Patient Watched 12 years a slave. Nothing negative to say about it,except it didnt seem like 12 years small fault. On Being a Piece of Kobi Beef After a night of farting coughing and sleeptalking (and that was just me) I was roused by the noise of rain....and more coughing, thought I was getting a visit from Mark Whittaker, but it was a different cough-ee/ Joe in the next bed looks like he isnt going to make it out of here except except feet first, he isnt eating and it looks like he doesnt know what year or what place this is. Early morning passed very slowly, man in next bed on other side still talking on the phone (loudly) about how his Housing Benefit will cover this and that and how hell need to get a single bed and a cooker in his bedsit and how the food in here is shiite....getting fed up of listening to his pointless life and how thestress he had from his landlord was the cause of his heart attack......er not the ciggies or the ale, its a funny blame ridden world. Started talking to thelads, one went to see, one went to see and then became a pub landlord. Asked them whether they voted.....solidly No, then asked them what they used to vote another solid No when I asked them why they came out with Well theyre all the same They also dont like the food in the hospital, they are so wrong about that not sure what they think is wrong and what they would like as a substitute, although No Bed Man said it would be good to order a takeway pizza, maybe if hed ordered less pizzas he could afford a bed? Late in the morning Old Joe begins reciting. I recognised Tennysons Charge of the Light Brigade and John Browns Body.... and a couple of other poems which I didnt get the gist of of. Lunch came and Joe wasnt eating. Afternoon at the table in the centre of the room, and noticed someone I recognised Norman going past and the immediate thought was, I wonder what Norman is doing in here easy answer really, to see me. Had a very interesting talk with him, turns out he has had triple by pass, he has the chest zipper and the veins lifted from his arm. He had it done in 2005 and is also telling me it will give me a new life. I believe him, fit as a butchers dog. Next Wendy and her two sons, business catch up. All sorted. Early evening was a strange one, falling asleep, during the visiting time, not nice really, theres no peace in these wards and my pulse over the last two days has been higher in the open ward that in the Hugo Chavez. Roll on the 13th Facebook reveals that Jake Morrison is probably being wooed back to Labour, my chips are feeling a bit damp, not sure what is going on as I encouraged him to jump ship and stand against Ms Bergger. More news about this when I know more. Not much else after that, coffee biscuit and bed. The life of Kobi Cow continues, being cossetted until finally dissected,
Posted on: Tue, 04 Mar 2014 22:46:28 +0000
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