I fully intend to return to this post soon. There’s a moral I just can’t get to at 11:30pm having been up since 04:30am.
Anyway, if you have been following along, I find myself in one of life’s unfortunate situations this week.
As a bit of decompression from my current routine, I take a walk around the hospital every couple of hours. (Which, says it all really.)
As part of my route, I walk past the area where ambulances come in.
(Trigger Warning: medical emergency talk, sad stuff. Skip the next paragraph if you’re squeamish.)
Yesterday, I saw a lady who had had a stroke. I saw a young lad waiting for, presumably, a responsible adult to arrive as he’d tried to cut his wrists.
The quick point is: you’re alive. I’m alive. Sometimes, that’s enough for your gratitude list for the day, because you are and for someone else – many thousands, every day, in fact – their number has been called.
There are many implications to this, but they can wait until tomorrow.
