It's only a building...I kid myself, that the hospital is simply an example of modern functional architecture, near the university, where I used to play and score every Friday on the football field, but the more I think of these things, the more imprisoned I feel...made worse by the fact that my bed is furthest from the window...ahhhhhhh. Give me air, give me space, give me sunlight.
It cheers me somewhat to know that my filipina friends work here, though in a different ward, it is some comfort. As is the fact that I am still free enough to use the internet and reach out to you, and some of you have helped me greatly...thank you so much.
My blood pressure is steady now, at 164, peaking recently at a nauseous 200+. I remember seeing 202 as if rising in a lift, but switching off before the gradual conclusion, and my daydreams interupted as the final dancing figures eventually and redundantly settled on a 2--.
The spiced beef is now a glorious memory, and today I enjoyed Philippine pork and ice, followed by fresh fruit jelly, tonight was also rice with pork and dozens of vegetables, with milk.
Colour: Red
Music: Holst: The Planets
Karl Jenkins: Requiem
Reading: Life of Mucha