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Wednesday, September 22, 2004

 

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Tuesday, September 21, 2004

 
The wedding was beautiful and the happy couple looked, well, happy. As Rachel walked down the aisle it seemed that the grin on her face would leave her with permanent stretch marks. I can remember the first time i met Rachel. It was in the kitchen of G block and she seemed to be all smiles and bubbly - I was sure she had to be fake. But that girl truly does have a big heart and a big personality...and some strange quirks. I can remember standing in the kitchen in first year (it's sounds like i spent all my time in that room) waiting for the kettle to boil when in walks Rachel. She places herself in the middle of the room and waves her bum back and forth, arms flying about her, and then does some sort of ballet step (approximately) and then comes to a halt before me. She then laughed at me for not batting an eye lid and not finding anythin strange about her actions. She seemed to not realise that this was not strange behaviour but the norm for her. Now it seems strange to think that years have passed since then and now she is married. Does this mean she is all grown up and gone are the days of such behaviour? Is this an end to old flannel pyjamas and big blue star shaped slippers? an end to bed sheets that are not changed in months and the public discussion of toilet habits? leaving food in the fridge to rot? where is the rachel who said she would not commit herself to anyone (boys?! urgh!)? No i'm sure that Simon shall have the pleasure of all these things for years to come and when i heard that he had joined her in carrying out one of her strange dances (coming up behind her and copying her in a bizzare ballet like move once again) i felt reassured knowing that he would cultivate her quirks and bring to the marriage some of his own.



Monday, September 20, 2004

 
I have spent the morning in A & E and i feel like such a fool. at about 4 am i woke up having an asthma attack and soon found myself in a room in east surrey hospital with a nebuliser. this doesn't happen often, the last time was about a year ago. Normally i am pretty good at keeping myself calm and just getting through it but i was really scared this time. When i finally left the hospital at 8.30 i felt really embarrased at how panicked i became. i'm fine now, it was easily dealt with, no big deal. But it was horrible at the time and i became so numb i couldn't get the mask on. I remember thinking that the staff of the a & e wouldn't let anything happen to me, i trusted them to help me - unusual for me. Later, when my breathing was back to normal, i had pins and needles all over as sensation returned to my body. It has been a very strange evening. Later i sat and waited for a doctor to come and check me over and tell me i could go home. I had to wait awhile because there was a crash on the M23 and a man who had been on a motorbike was brought in. I watched the sky lighten outside, other walking wounded drift by, the sold out sign blink on the vending machine and the staff swap over. I demonstrated to the doctor that i know nothing about my asthma or my medication and told him i didn't have a doctor in the area because i hate doctors. The look he gave me seem to suggest he had expected as much. On the plus side the nurses were brilliant and my mum got the number for a plumber from the receptionist so she can finally get that bathroom suite out of her bedroom.





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