A Day to Remember
The matinee of Our Sisters of Perpetual Succour ,such a hit at last year’s Edinburgh was massively disappointing. Teenage jokes about blow jobs and anal sex told in a indecipherable Glasgow accent,
a few screeching songs some dancing and we are back to the jokes. Which I and the and the rest of the sell out audience didn’t get.
But coincidentally old pal John Hyatt was there. We had a quick after show drink, he left ,I finished went to the loo with a view to going home.
I woke up blooded and bruised in an ambulance on its way to St Thomas.I had slipped on the steep stairway ,concussed, recieved all round bruising,facial cuts and a dislocated finger. And no clue. Still no memory of the event.
Then followed the dark journey into the night, tests,more tests, bed here,trolley there. More tests and questions. The cut to my eye had closed it, the bruising to my side had made movement impossible. The wounds to my head needed stitching.my disjointed finger throbbed. I started to hallucinate .
Slowly it came back. By midnight I was in a ward,which turned out to be on the 11th floor with the most spectacular view of the majestic Thames as it stretches from Westminster to the homely West. But still hadnt much clue. Nurses took my temperature and blood count every half hour as I was with my serious head wounds, under 24 hour observation. My neighbours were ,one dieing and crying out f or pain killing morphine and the other a charming insurance broker with mucked up knee operations.
The long night finally ended. Various nurses and doctors turned up promising this that and the other analysis and treatments, Which came eventually. Nurses wandered around offering drugs, refreshments, clean linen and no idea about what was happening and when, As breakfast morphed into a good lunch a discharge seemed close. Complicated by fact they that they lost my shoes. They found me some trainer s and eventually the real things were couriered to me.
I was home by 3pm, a play to forget a night to remember. With cuts and bruises to keep me company for some time to come. Life is but a dream which can turn into a nightmare.