A STRANGE CARAVAN

A hospital update, and some answers to your questions.

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“We’re not very good with groups, are we Hanif?” Said the physiotherapist.

There were a few of us, four in wheelchairs, and two walking, accompanied by three physiotherapists for a café visit. One of the women in a wheelchair was weeping silently. Another was dribbling, and the other said nothing. Of the two men walking, one could only say a few words in a foreign language, which he repeated constantly, along with what sounded like bird chirping noises. Sometimes at night this man walks into my room and starts talking at me. It is a startling, if not frightening thing. Probably my radio is too loud, and before I turn it down, and even after, he just stares at me. I don’t know what to do until he walks away and closes his door.