“You actually look forward to meals. The arrival of food, even bland, rubbery food, somehow proves that time isn’t frozen. All I seem to do here is sleep, eat, sit, lie or think. I can’t listen to music or play games because my iPod was smashed in the accident and watching TV makes me feel nauseous. Reading, even flicking through the magazines Mum brought in, makes my head hurt and eyes blur. The magazines are piled abandoned, on the overbed table. I asked Mr Dobson about the blurring and concen...tration yesterday when he and his loyal subjects visited. He reckons it will improve with time. Well, I have plenty of that. “Aren’t these gorgeous?” A nurse appears in the doorway. At least I figure there’s a nurse behind the huge box of lilies, irises and green stuff. All I can see are her hands holding the box, navy trousers and shoes. She rests the arrangement on the table and with her free hand, passes me an envelope. “Where shall we put them?” I read the card. Mark and June Zimmerman.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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