Just finished a brew in the early hours of the morning and I was returning my mobile phone thingy (mobile? just seems another thing to tie one's life down) to my locker and the next thing to remember was one of my colleagues lifting me off the floor and the feeling of warm liquid running through my hair. It seems I had passed out, smashing the crown of my head against the sharp edge of my locker door. Later reckonings put my time on the floor without consciousness at twenty minutes or so.
So I found myself sitting in A&E at the Maelor hospital not knowing what the hell had happened and a little scared to be honest. After being prodded and poked and wired up to machines that went beep in a most worrying irregular manner there was much puzzlement to be seen upon the medical staffs faces for there was nothing to be found that would cause my loss of awareness and unfortunately bladder control (bugger, I definitely was not going to mention that bit, very demeaning). So observation was required and I now find myself expelled from the hospital today with no more idea as to why and what had happened.
Why do I tell you this? because my spell in hospital has caused me to lose something that'll not be regained and I feel that my life and outlook upon others lives will now never be the same.
So seriously take care of those you love, one day you may run out of the chance to show them.
Footnote..... They say that the NHS in this country is failing, you should see what they have to put up with after the clubs kick out and with what care they attended to myself and others under stressful circumstance....they are wonderful.