part of the time in solace in a dingy room of extreme circumstances starting to see the light ... to an extremely busy ward alongside doctors, nurses and catering all between. The patients from all walks of life in the now catered for in diets religious or swallowing needs. The diverse hydration requirements.
Today one was witness again to grumpy personalities telling staff to f*** off, the high expectations of being left alone in shared rooms whilst receiving treatment... The refusal of washing, food ...
At least when I came home today, I was not stumbling over belongings being dispersed or kept to go North of the Country. And eventually the South West too. The quiet realisation to get life in change with a little aggravating part of it to get to the end goal of a life how I like it.
I hate and avoid anything in the created floor space of current living within a home ... This cannot be avoided in the toss of keep, rubbish, recycled or charity.
I think it is quite funny my refuse and recycle sacks are taken three out of the four times a year they are delivered, cos the new people think I don't need as many, when they realise who lives where etc, No doubt! This and those many assumptions I deal with in a hospital most weeks ...
The time back inside now for another part of the week ... The resist to do more than scan the room, a place avoided for a while, to concentrate back on the present. And to rest. It is difficult when items not seen a while turn up. My art portfolio is now accessible ... though I still have not had a peek inside yet. I still have to block the time in a room to regain the space of a functioning room. One forgets to eat lunch. And that is when not in there into the night. Or when I cannot sleep. The bedding needs attention. And most importantly I need to pack up to travel to see a fast growing puppy. And my close family ... that time even more precious; seeing I lost a decade of not travelling to see the world outside ...
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