I was in the hospital and in a bed. After a day in the outpatients clinic having fluids of different sorts taken from me and a ‘tap’ inserted ( they call it a cannula) It’s so they can fill you with a anti biotics or other stuff on tap. I had a room to myself, from the seemingly crowded and chaotic A & E with all its wounded people, here I was in my own en suite room with a nurse popping in and making sure I was ok. I’d expected a ward with others. The steroids were still working … Continue reading Night moves.