THE DAY ROOM

A hospital blog.

Dear Readers,

Next week I am moving to the long-waited rehab facility, and after that I will be returning home.

Until now, I have been shielded from the costs of disability because of our wonderful and vital NHS. This will change when I get home due to the considerable costs of remodelling the house, and my need for round the clock care.

I ask, therefore, that if you enjoy The Kureishi Chronicles, believe in paying for good writing, and want to help with my recovery, consider becoming a paid subscriber.

Lets keep this show on the road.

Dear Reader, finally I have moved from west London to a rehab in north London. This is my fifth hospital since my accident on Boxing Day last year, and I hope this will be my last move. Like all these moves it is disturbing and upsetting; you have to get used to a new room, a new set of nurses, doctors and physios. You must deal with people every day, people that you would never run into in your usual life. This is both pleasurable, interesting and difficult. You must make conversation, even when you don’t want to. But most of the people you meet in hospital are interested in your welfare; they want to do their job well, they take pride in it.  But still, you have to negotiate with them, which I find frustrating and enervating.