Dad
got moved down to the critical care ward to recover after his operation. It’s
on the second floor so access is easier; but it also means that there’s less of
a view outside the window. We can just make out the front of the Birmingham
Women’s hospital. Admittance is more concentrated here; and you have to press
the button and wait to be attended to. Even if you walk through when the door
opens to someone else, you’re still halted by the receptionist while she makes
sure that it’s OK to visit. There’s a couple of waiting rooms where families
wait out and camp for news of their loved ones. There’s piles of carrier bags
full of supermarket foods but it’s a bit baffling as to why they let their
children wander in and out too. There’s a pile of outdated magazines and a
small TV; though it’s never on.
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