THE STROKE WARD

 Hi Beautiful People, 

Getting taken to a V.I.P side room is the best feeling in the world. You're like a celebrity in the hospital. Maybe Hannah Montana famous, or Christopher Wilde from Starstruck famous. For those of you who don't know that reference it's a Disney Channel Original movie. At least, you can relax in peace while getting checked out in your temporary living situation of the E.R. Before going back to the humble abode you call home tests have to be done to you. Spending a long amount of time in this ward watching the news is the highlight of your life, even watching a show called The Cube, which is a game show. 

Meeting an old timer who sleeps opposite you is a bonus. Sometimes they're amazing people. They're just lonely looking for someone to chat to. I don't know why the White Diaspora doesn't visit their grans in hospital. They get sad when the Asian Diaspora visits their family in hospital. Literally, the whole world came to my bedside. They had excellent bedside manner though. They bring you flowers, and colouring books. The stroke ward has good food. Not as great as a home cooked meal. I think connecting with your family is great when you're stuck in a room by yourself. Isolation isn't fun. Even if you have one parent sitting next to you. It reminds me of Stella from Five Feet Apart, when she's in the clinical trial for Cystic Fibrosis. 

Having spent time in a ward that's for strokes can be boring. Especially if you can't lose yourself in movies, and shows. Looking back from my experience it was Ramadhan at that time. I'm gonna stop rambling about this now, and let you guys sit back and relax against those pillows and blankets, grab some lotus biscoff cheese-cake, wear your favourite piece of loungewear, P.J's, hoodies/T-shirts, and joggers. Listen loud and crystal clear:

'Make the most of your time entertaining other people in hospital. They'll enjoy your company. Friends can make your stay in a scary place bearable.'

It makes a whole lot of difference talking to someone sharing your room. It makes you forget about the aches and pains that the tubes and wires for the observation machine that stands next to you. It takes your mind off the cannula that is in your arm. Just don't rip it out without supervision, 'cause you can get hurt. I learnt that the hard way. Don't worry nothing happened to me. I just got in a little bit of trouble. I'll leave you to stew on that little nugget of advice.

Enjoy.

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