About eighteen months ago I was rushed off to hospital having collapsed in a soggy heap at home...don't remember a thing about it, which is a shame really 'cos I'd have found the ambulance ride quite exciting...but there you are.
When I finally woke up five days later I didn't ask where I was or what day was it...I was propped up with dozens of pillows and my arms and neck full of needles and machines blinking and peeping and all I said was ...I Want A Cup Of Tea!
Except my voice was in my head...nothing came out when I opened my mouth...and it didn't worry me in the slightest, which you'd think it would.
Every now and then a nurse would let me have about a teaspoonful of water then she'd whip it away and fiddle about with all the machinery and Himself came in to see me and I honestly didn't give a hoot...
Strange men would stand at the foot of my bed and smile and nod and slip back behind the curtains and they'd have a muttered conversation with other strange men...
Perhaps it was a typical ICU ward...don't know, never having been on one before.
Then around about the third night of my waking up again, I was watching one of the nurses leaning on the counter of the nurses station reading something or other...and she had
a little ginger kitten weaving in and out of her ankles...the way that kittens do. Thought it was a bit odd, but things change so quickly that I came to the conclusion the kitten was there for some type of patient therapy.
Opposite me was a man who was really poorly...the evening after the kitten's appearance, Joe's wife came in to sit with him and she and a couple of nurses were discussing his transplant operation which was due to take place in Donegal...a helicopter was coming to collect him that night. They were all peering out of the window to watch for it landing and when it did...with flashing lights and much noise, the nurses and Joes wife rushed out of the ward...I fell asleep after that.
The ward had a clock which was on a wall in my sight...and it was always showing the wrong time...in fact it kept going backwards rather than forwards...I regained my speech by then and I pointed the clock out to the nurse and said it was going backwards and she patted me gently on the hand and said that'd be the drugs...fancy giving the clock drugs...thought that was very silly.
Eventually they decided I could get out of bed and if I was very good I could go for a shower...under supervision naturally...I asked the girl who was helping me in the shower about the kitten...she fell about laughing and explained that it was the drugs I'd been on...so I told her about Joe and the helicopter and I thought she was going to be sick from giggling...Ah...come here to me, she said...you were having a reaction to the drugs...is all! So, there isn't a ginger kitten? Nope...and Joe isn't going to Donegal for a transplant? Nope...and the clock going backwards? Nope...
Thought I'd better keep very quiet about all the candles that lit the ward up at night...and those flowers in pots that surrounded my bed...