re:treatment

The night before the day begins, I lie awake and ponder things; Like tomorrow where I shall journey to Hammersmith hospital to be incarcerated for an unknown number of days possibly weeks as they try yet again to heal my last-gasp of a pancreas. I hate going to hospitals, going to hospital is like owning up to the fact that you are sick; that's why they call it admittance. It is a place that saps all human dignity from you, all sympathy and humanity, leaving you objectified; a lump of meat in a bed. Which I guess is how some women feel most of the time, but anyway... As soon as you enter the automatic doors as a patient you cease to count. Man, the waiting times! It makes you wonder what meaning of 'patient' came first? Was one a pun on the other? And then when you're finally seen, you're tagged, barcoded and wheeled around on a big trolley. It's like being in a Human Tesco's, the patient nearest death on special offer. People are just waiting around, queuing up to die man; one pops and the others all go 'Hey! I was here first! Take me!!' It is so depressing, hospitals are truly the worst places to be when you are sick. Every morning they wake you up at 7 with a blood test! What way is that to look after a sick person? It should be at 12 with a muffin. And a hug.