Thursday, January 13, 2005a poemLUNCH He is quiet at the stove, stirring soup as she completes a puzzle. On the table is her diary: a record of medications taken by the hour and other events of the day. She has a bowl of soup then bread and honey. He barely pauses to eat, keeping up with the schedule for the day. Midday slides... Sign in to see full entry.this year has to be differentIn the three and a half years I’ve been in this hospital I’ve never taken a full four weeks annual leave. At the beginning of 2004 I took a week off and then used the rest of my leave getting my 100 clinical hours worked for my massage qualification. At the end of last year I knew I needed a decent... Sign in to see full entry. |
