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I promised that when I was feeling slightly more coherent that I would regale you all with some tales from the clinic. Before I start I must say that I met some awesome people there - these are just the tales that stand out in memory.
(1)
There was this old guy staying there who for the purposes of the story shall be called Uncle Al. Some of the rooms share bathrooms, so there are interconnecting doors. Two of my friends, Justin and Ricardo, were living in the room directly next door to Uncle Al. One night while Justin was peacefully sleeping Uncle Al came in and started trying to strangle him. They managed to get him off and herd him back to his room. But that was not all that was in store for them that night.... for as Justin and Ricardo both eventuallu slipped back into sleep Uncle Al struck again - same thing, same target (poor Justin). Ricardo managed to pull him off and Uncle Al proceeded to ripe the chain (with great personal meaning) from Ricardo's neck. Fortunately Ricardo had enough self control not to hit an old man. I must say that after the two of them moved rooms Uncle Al did apologise (he was more coherent by then - think the meds were kicking in). Now Uncle Al at the beginning spent most of the day sitting or sleeping on one of the many comfy chairs that are set about for patients and for when visitors arrive. The particular chair that Uncle Al favoured was directly on one of the landings that was my only route to my room. One night when Dave42 and Mels were visiting we were sitting in those chairs and Uncle Al opened the door, looked at me and sai "You've been watching me." GULP ! I denied all knwledge of this and after telling him what date it was he seemed satisfied that I was not out to get him. He got better as the days passed, but two days before I left he took one of the wooden chairs and threw it off the balcony onto the fountain and then apparently stood there holding the remains up in some strange sort of victorious manner (I don't know, maybe the chair had been watching him ;-)). So there end the tales of Uncle Al.
(2)
Board games are a wonderful way to pass time in the real world and a confined environment. 30 seconds being played by people who are on a variety of combinations of medication becomes a fascinating experience to both watch and be part of. It became fondly known as 60 seconds - because the timer was half done by the time whoever reading the card's synapses had managed to identify the words and then start giving hints. Still managed to win a number of games :-D.
(3)
There was the strange guy who would pace up and down outside in the garden and then walk over to the main gate and try to open it with his room cupboard key. He would then give up and wander away again, then wash, rinse, repeat. We toyed with the idea of telling him that there was an escape passage underneath one of the pot plants, but decided that that would probably be cruel.
Those are the three main ones - apologies if you've already heard them or don't find them funny (I do). Also apologies for the writing - meds are really messing with my cognitive abilities.
Still trying to get better - so no real updates about what I've been up to.
Catch you on the flipside.
Comment: Whackety whack... (by OOPMan on 2005-05-17 08:50:50)
It in the immortal words of some dead gangsta:
That's some whack sheit!
