Well
I've spent six months in hospital, two months of those in Intensive Care, and in that amount of time the number of bizarre things that happened was beyond belief.

However amongst all of the weird things that happened, the one that stands out was not actually a hospital matter. However it did happen there, so here goes.

I'd just been moved to a ward, but thanks to being infected with MRSA I had my own room. It was quite a nice room actually, but the downside was that although I could breathe again I still had no movement below the neck. Which meant I had no access to a call button, so was checked in on every hour or so. Evening drew on one day and I heard gentle footsteps. Since I had a neurological disorder I was on a ward with the other neurology cases- mostly strokes etc, which meant everyone else was old (as far as I know). Into the room came an absolutely massive, quite old black man. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or not, but in he came right up to the bed and stared at me. He sat down and looked at me and I remember squeaking 'go away' and he nodded and walked slowly out.

Quite bewildered by this experience I settled back, only to see I had another unexpected visitor. An old, old lady in a nightdress, with floaty grey hair. Again she drifted up to me and said 'Are you my fairy godmother?' When the nurses retrieved her (apparantly her mind had pretty much gone, and her favourite method of entertaining herself was pressing panic buttons) I asked why she'd called me her fairy godmother. The nurse explained the old lady thought she was a child again and tended to give everyone names that reflected that. This nurse had been called mum, and the other nurse (an older woman) had been called grandmum (much to her dismay). Not being exceptionally tactful, the first thing I said was 'at least she didn't call you Rover.'
( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Thu 11 Mar 2010, 12:26, Reply)