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Curtain-gate

It's all kicking off on the ward tonight. Down in D bay one of the girls wants to pull her curtains round her bed (which you'd think is not an unreasonable request) but the woman next to her won't let her. She's claiming that she's claustrophobic and if the curtains are drawn round she'll have a panic attack. 

She may well have claustrophobia but she's also known as one of the crazy regulars on the ward, having been here since October. She likes to think she can rule the roost and intimidate the other patients to get her own way. She's even put a sign on the windows in the bay saying that no-one is allowed to close the windows because she gets too hot.

Talking about curtains made me think back to one of my stays at QE2 hospital a few years ago. I was in a side room and this was the curtain up at the window...


I'm not sure if was NHS cost savings that meant the curtain was too small for the window, less material = cheaper curtain or if there was another reason for it. 

Whatever the reason, this is one picture that never fails to make me smile. At the time I took this picture I was very poorly but seeing the pathetic curtain up at the window had me in fits of giggles. Strange the things that we remember isn't it?

Anyway, lets hope the nurses sort out D bay tonight before curtain-gate gets out of hand and fists start flying as well as insults!

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