Sunday

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Distracted myself successfully with housework today.



Gave the fridge a holiday, did laundry, re-established some bits of the household that had been packed away for way too long. Shiny things hello again. Pottered about putting things away, dusting here and there and singing along to INXS.

Started on a few bits of car maintenance involving nailpolish, sandpaper and rubber gloves. Muahahahahaha.

Had a good session with BB this evening. He was tired after a big day of visitors, but a bit more coherent than yesterday. BIL took a sweet candid photo of BB in the thrall of bliss.

Lots of police at the hospital this evening. Alas, no new interesting blood splatter at the bus stop.

Last night I followed an ambulance for long enough to establish that one of its brake lights was out, and to memorise its numberplate. But how to communicate this to the relevant authorities? Once I reached the entrance next to emergency on foot, that ambulance was parked outside, but unattended. More police arrived, but they were escorting someone smirking. I hovered about near signs indicating that no hovering was permitted, but everyone relevant was engaged with paperwork behind locked glass doors. Alas for paperwork I couldn't find anything to write on to leave a note, so I went to the public emergency entrance to seek a human in authority. It took time, but I eventually shouted the news to someone else behind glass.

In hindsight I suspect the information was absorbed along with the information that the purple aliens were battering down the door. Just another mad person in emergency. I gave up and retreated to the wards.

In another sign I'm growing too accustomed to the place I've started talking to more and more strangers. Parking ticket machine conversations are very stimulating. People share information about which ones are out of order. Aaaaaww.

I'm not quite sure why, but when some people followed me into the lift this evening I looked them up and down and said "7 or 5?" They were terrified very impressed, and escaped on 5. Probably because I was going to 7.

I have discovered where the ward keeps the secret stash of spare visitor chairs. Gold, I tells ya.

I am now accustomed to the sights and sounds of ill strangers urinating into bottles. Smells, not so much.

I have to stop myself from answering other patients' questions. "If you stop moving your arm around the pump will stop beeping."

I am now on nodding and data-sharing acquaintance with another patient's visitor.

Comments

[leecetheartist.livejournal.com]

If you really want to make someone's day, hand them your parking ticket as they enter or if they're looking around for a parking spot, if there's still a reasonable amount of time on it as you leave the car park.

I've had people elevate me to sainthoods. (I tend to overpay so there's generally an hour or so left on my ticket).