3rd October 2014: Sydney, Australia
The initial days of waiting in hospital left me wondering why I was still there, especially with frequent reports within the media about the lack of hospital beds. Surely, I was taking up valuable space needed for people who really required attention and were actually unwell! The collection of other men in the ward consisted of two beds remaining occupied whilst a revolving process of inpatients for the others. There was one guy, a recovering alcoholic from South Africa, in the bed opposite me who remained in the hospital throughout my duration. A very good guy, and together hours of backgammon were played to pass time. After four days of staying in the hospital, I was finally collected and taken for the first of many scans. I have to come to consider it the hierarchy of scans as it was just an ultrasound. Easy! I lay there, had a warm gel placed on my stomach and was able to see the insides of my anatomy. Neither intrusive nor uncomfortable but fairly interesting, especially as I could see the screen. Sure enough, I curiously watched the images, wondering if I would be able to see the wormlike creature causing havoc within my body. Between the games of backgammon, samples of blood taken and the food trolley alleviating a hunger possible fuelled through routine and boredom, I had occasionally been flicking through a book detailing the anatomy of the body. In some ways, I could be referred to as outcome focused, thinking I had to take something from the days in hospital.Therefore, the scan was a place to test some of my learned knowledge.
The screen was showing the insides of my body, a narration of the images by Sir David Attenborough would not have seemed unusual. It wasn’t till the scan passed across one area of my body that quickly my brain switched to thinking about what organ occupied that specific area. Nothing came to mind, so I asked, ‘what is that’. The response, ‘I’m actually not sure… It’s not unusual for us to have differing anatomies’ would usually cause concern and maybe subconsciously it did, however, I was able to overlook the seriousness of this obscurity. I departed the room back to the my bed, j aware the whole game had now changed. Almost immediately, the doctors came into my room, closed the curtains and told me the findings. two points were known. Within thirty minutes I would be transported by ambulance from Bedlam to a specialist endocrinology ward within St Bartholomew’s hospital. My new own room was in the centre of London, with a view overlooking St Paul’s Cathedral! Again, I blocked out the reasoning for me having my own room, and thought that I would be closer to some of my mates who worked in the city, could pop out to grab some decent food and would be able to get a good night of rest. Stupidly, the thought didn’t occur why these arrangements were in place.