Pick up the crazy pen and walk – isn’t that what they teach you at hospital school? I’ve used it as an excuse a few times before now Why dont you write me? There was the blood episode. I was allowed some thin gruel to drink and I was leaning over supping it.
Day One: Sunday I’d been sick for a couple of weeks and was shit-scared of what might actually be wrong with me. In the end it was Malky and Truda that made the difference and they helped me over the road to the A&E at Wellington Hospital. There were a lot of questions from the […]
Sam was my flatmate in the haunted house on Grey Street, he was an intellectual and a couple of years younger than me, from an upper middle class background and he had a job on a building site. He was earning nearly twice as much as I was at my job drafting at Waikato University […]