Free at last! I have just been discharged from hospital after my final procedure yesterday afternoon. Before I went down for surgery they placed a cross on each foot. Apparently it’s so that the doctors can take my pulse quickly in the middle of the surgery, should my heart do something unexpected. But I’m lying in my hospital bed thinking about the Cross of Christ and all it means. And then they come and put two crosses on my feet. We often consider the stigmata to be a physical sensation of pain in the hands and feet, a spiritual/emotional response … Continue reading Holy Hospital Week: Freedom
I’m missing the usual prayers and rythmn of Holy Week, the lead up to Easter. So I thought I’d share reflections from around the hospital ward that chime with Holy Week themes. Today my theme is Praise. The photo of the Cambridge K ward ‘Appreciation Board’ … the thankyous that are given to the staff for all their care. Cards & gifts galore come in. Actually, Katy brought in a box of chocolates for the nurses yesterday. I know, you usually give them chocolates to say thank you on the last day, when you leave. These aren’t a bribe to … Continue reading Holy Hospital Week: Praise
So I’ve been at the hospital for more than seven whole days and the free internet access has logged me out automatically! This is bugging me on several fronts. Firstly, the fact that I’ve been in for MORE than seven days! You don’t even get that long for serious problems. Well, maybe you do. Sometimes. Let’s just say it’s been an experience. One never forgotten and hopefully never repeated. Secondly, the fact that I was logged off automatically after seven days. I mean, do you know how boring it is in hospitals these days? There’s no hospital radio. They’re all … Continue reading Logging In, Logging Out
The guy in the bed opposite me has a ticket home. I’m quite jealous. You have to make sure you have all your ducks lined up in a row before they release you from hospital. Medications, discharge letter, physio, person to give you a lift. All the guys in our bay are longing for home. When we can sleep in our own bed, have a cuppa from our favourite mug, have access to more than one change of clothes. In the 60s, Marvin Gaye wrote the song that says, “Wherever I lay my hat, that’s my home.” It was popularised … Continue reading Home: wherever I lay my hat?