Day 55 – Rain, rain go away

It’s raining outside, the quiet, summery sort of rain, the rain that falls for the sake of raining and it’s so quiet in its job, you can hardly notice it. I feel so awake at this current moment and all I can hear is the rain like a long exhale of breath and by morning, there will only be droplets left on plants, hunched over by the light weight of its silence.  So it’s nice just lying here, listening to the steady downfall of summer rain, bringing us water the quiet and kind way while we sleep because it is calming and yet it makes me sad. In its simplicity you think of things you’d forgotten and you desire to be out there, feeling it in your hair and on your tongue and all around though we fear to get wet. It is one thing that never changes wherever you go and I like that. Rain: something we all dislike and think of with disgust but in reality, we know we need its water and protection from the sunlight though we never wish to admit it.

When I woke in the morning the rain had persisted through the early hours and still fell in defiance. Now I could see it and watch the endless tumble and stream of precipitation falling from the clouds and all that I’d thought during the blind silence of the night, floated from my mind. It was raining and it is something we all dislike. I didn’t want to go out and feel it in my hair and taste it on my tongue; I felt sad as I had to turn on the light nearing midday to see clearly inside the house; It was simply raining for the sake of raining, and I had to accept that act of kindness and carry on with the day.

I wrote that when I couldn’t sleep during my GCSE years but I felt it was relevant to how the weather was today. My hopes rose high into the sky earlier in the day when it was mentioned sports would be commencing again but then they were dashed as quickly as the rain that fell following the first clap of thunder. I taught May the theory of sod’s law.

The day has been easy though, there seemed to be a crowd of PTs in and I had a second pair of hands on ward 1 and we shared the load equally, riding through to finish at 12pm. It was part way through the morning I realised that I hadn’t realised I was treating a patient not from ward 1 and that wasn’t even the same man as before so who knows where this guy stays! Furthermore, this means on that first hectic day I’d had 2 extra patients I hadn’t accounted for, no wonder I was stressed, it’s a miracle my head’s still in place and my back intact.

In the afternoon it was group therapy in a very dark and gloomy Reddaway Hall but the patients all seemed to have great energy and chatter and it was frustrating knowing they couldn’t do much more, even wheelchair skills was confined to the single plank of wood they have to roll over. Afterwards some went to go and spectate with Ludo and Chess but I didn’t have my cards on me and didn’t feel like trekking to Halfway Hostel on my own in the rain so I went to the women’s ward hoping to see that Tee had come back from the hospital. Nasha had told me she’d gone off in an ambulance and I’d panicked only to be told she’d just gone for some xrays due to an unexplained swelling in her cheek. Damn, I’m turning into her Mother.

Photos: 1 and 2) Wet and grim looking CRP grounds 3) Round and round the one plank of wood for wheelchair skills

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