This moving piece is written by my Twitter friend for years – erudite, serious but often funny, too. An Aries like me, and we are on the same “wavelength” – whatever and wherever that is. This is about compassion for a stranger. I want more compassion in this world.
On the last of the past several days I spent in hospital (nothing to worry about — a chronic condition), I was moved to a different room. Why? Something to do with overcrowding (the phrasing’s comparison to prison conditions would surely elicit a wry smile from Foucault), though I was being moved from one double suite to another, but whatever. My new roommate C. was in a very bad way. I occupied my new room in mid-afternoon, and the rest of the day (and through the night), C. moaned in apparent agony; I didn’t even attempt to introduce myself, as he was clearly semi-conscious at best and non-verbal. I’m quite sure he never knew I was there.
I had already been informed that I’d be discharged the next day (yesterday), as I was more or less recovered and in good and improving health. C.’s anguish was difficult to listen to…
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