I got the hospital just before 6 yesterday morning in the hope of getting a really low number,so that i would not have to wait long to get registered for the neurosurgery clinic.
But on arrival i had found that they were busy renovating certain areas of the entrance,so I had to take the long way round to get in.
As a result - I got the number 69.Thats the lowest number that I have had for a while - but still not low enough to avoid a wait of about 45 minutes.
So i decided to go for a walk around the hospital grounds,knowing I had my number in hand and knowing how long i had to wait to get seen to by the cashiers and registrars.
The sun had just come up,and the air was crisp and clean - sky is pretty cloudless these days at night,and we are at the tail end of winter - so the weather is pretty cool at that time of the morning.as I was walking around the grounds of the hospital,my mind began to wander - would would i do with any of the news that I got today.I knew I had to come for a whole new set of MRI scans and CT scans.They had told me that the last time.This time they would need to do it with a contrast of iodine though.So i knew that I would have a taste of metal in my mouth and nausea to look forward to later in the day.
There had been a few added complications  that had arisen and taken me by surprise since my last visit in  March.
I no longer had as much bladder control as i thought i had,in spite of the medication that they had out me on.I had had an accident in the bed with my bladder for 3 nights in a row back at the end of May.It was at that point that i called the hospital to report it to the neuro on call.They told me that today was the earliest appointment i could get - a month later -
I had also been experiencing drowsiness during the day - i mean REAL drowsiness,incoherence and confusion.All this was new to me - so i added that on my list when I called them and they told me that i probably had a 'malfunctioning shunt'
Wonderful I thought to myself - what do i do now...........................
It seems that no matter how i try and fight it and no matter how stubborn i try and be about it,this condition is getting to me day by day.Thats one thing that I swore to myself last year,when i was told i had the condition,that I would never do.
Without realising it,I had sort of been day dreaming and had wondered on to a patch of open grass near the entrance to the hospital.
I took a seat on one of the benches outside the entrance.A sparrow came and sat on the arm rest on the bench,and he was full of life,full of chipper and noise.I almost found my self wanting to start a conversation with it - but i knew that would be sill,so i decided not to.
I realised the time and picked my self up off the bench to go to the entrance.
The sparrow jumped off the arm rest to the ground and started to hop behind me.............almost like an angel sent to watch over me................................