Over the last few months I’ve been forgetting little things. Last night it was the name ‘Nina Simone’. Not the person, just the name. Before that it was the name of a shape, the shape was a sphere. I had to ask my wife. Other things I’ve forgotten are the middle name of my father…
Though not as packed with anxious parents and carers, medical staff and cleaners as it would be in a few hours, the hospital was still populated by that mix of worried and joyful adults that is peculiar to children’s wards and hospitals. The atmosphere was hopeful. I’ve found the same to be true on neuro wards but that’s a story for another time.