My Auntie Elsie is in her eighties and doing pretty well.However, she fell indoors a day or so ago and fractured her wrist. Nick and I went to visit her in Wexham Park hospital. Shes doing ok so far.
I am here to write about the woman in the next bed. There we were sitting talking and listening to Els when the nurse comes in to change the womans incontinence pad (I know we shouldnt discuss this in polite company so I wont.)
Anyway, the curtains were drawn and all we could hear was " aye aye aye aye aye!" wailing from the next bed. The nurse was explaining that, contrary to the patients opinion, she wasnt trying to kill her, simply to make her a bit more comfortable.
It didnt help that the poor woman couldnt speak a word of English and the nurse, not a word of Polish. Now one would think that my Aunt Els, having been married to a Pole (of the Eastern European variety , not Homebase) for probably 50 years, would speak some Polish.
Not so.
Not a word can she utter.
So that didnt help.
Anyway, nurse leaves, curtains drawn back, patient in view.
I made the mistake of smiling at her and telling her my name , to which she replied that hers was "Toshi" in spite of the fact that it said Antonina over her bed.Maybe Toshi meant something else? Oh well, too late now.
Biggest mistake I could have made because from then on there was no peace for the three of us.
"oy oy oy oy" was the constant cry to get my attention.Closely followed by "Shooshi, shooshi shooshi" which I worked out meant toilet. I went for the nurse three times but she was busy serving tea. I told Toshi I couldnt take her so she picked on Nick! She tried to get my attention again by attempting to get out of bed, an attempt that I did prevent.
What a worry tho. I did feel for her because it must be particularly undignified to lay there knowing you need to go but helpless to get there.
Next time, Ill take a porta potti.
Nazdrovia, Toshi.
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