Moving through life's seasons
Being admitted into hospital was, shall we say, an interesting experience. I reported to the Surgical Assessment Unit as directed but the receptionist didn’t know anything about me. She asked who referred me and I told her it was a Mr Ellis and to call him if there were any queries. Continue reading “Admitted into hospital”
There is a real irony to this maturing well blog as all of a sudden, flip I’m in hospital! This has taken me completely by surprise, especially as I’ve made it this far in life without ever having to stay in hospital. So I’m typing this from my hospital bed, on my iPhone, so perhaps a little clumsy.
I have just about made the decision and my escape plan is almost ready.
The plan is escaping from the relentless hassle of work. The worn out Council keyboard says it all. Continue reading “My escape plan”