Morning breaks through the window, my eyes start to open, feeling refreshed by the sleep but annoyed by the immensely large amounts of wax covering them. I hear that sound again.
“Wakey, wakey, BREAKFAST TIME.”
It’s another nurse walking through, who takes pleasure in waking us up. I know she is not there to be annoying but I feel hospital patients don’t need to wake up at 6:30am. She settles after a while, leaving to annoy another room, and so do I. I don’t need breakfast today and I fall back into deep sleep.
When I wake again life is more peaceful. I place my shoes on and get ready to conquer the day. I make my way to Occupational Therapy class across the hall and everyone is happy. I like happy people.
We do our work and I stare into the distance a little when I get bored. I don’t even know what I’m thinking about I just venture off for a moment in my own brain. I am always brought back by somebody’s random sounds, these are things I find interesting and the need to pay attention without failure are rare.
I leave the room after an hour and I have great pleasure in doing so. Those classes are massively boring and I just don’t get why we do it. I look around the Brain Rehabilitation Ward and see a multitude of varied people. We are not the same and we have had different accidents, different ages and different ways to cope.