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.
The first thought that occurred to me was that I’d ruptured my pancreas – stupid but that was where I was feeling the pain.
When I finally got an orderly’s attention he explained that I’d just knocked the top off the saline drip gadget going into my arm and now I was pumping blood back out.
In the middle of the night the tests showed my blood sugars were very low and I was forced to eat jelly. I had to drink more water and piss more too.
After that I was allowed visitors – my band, family and close friends. I sat in a half-lotus and tried not to laugh or cry at all.
That can be difficult when your friends are hilarious and also loving in the most humbling way.
There was one time when Hannah was explaining the delicious flavours in the soup she’d brought me and I had to burp making a sound and body spasm as if I was throwing up and it was so funny – like a Spinefeld moment.
I have to admit I had a pretty good set up – my own room, constant health checks and my computer. They left me alone mostly to mull over my fate.
They found different things wrong with me but they cleared me of others too.
Late one night they shifted me to a bed next to a man who sounded like he was dying.
We met only briefly the next morning and then they said I could go.
When I got moved down to the north wing at the end I could see my house out of one of the windows and I knew I’d get home soon.
Just across the road.
The world outside was as different as you would expect – colours and sounds rushing around and a deep feeling of displacement.
The hospital guys had given me a mission to get well so I felt armed with that and still do.
There is still so much more to write.
I have an idea for an album called Secret Identity.