I write this at 01:18 hours sat next to my dad, who god bless him is trying so hard to sleep. It all started with a cough, a cough which was trying its hardest not to leave my dads Chest, like a child hanging on to their parents on their first day at primary school. My dad as he is was trying his hardest to get rid of thîs unwelcome stranger. The only thing he is attached to is my mum and his kids.
Like many fellow sufferers they didnt choose to be acquainted with this horrible disease, trust me their are better things I would like to attach myself to, (steady this is a respectable forum). My father who the docs tell me is very poorly, 10/10 for observance is lying here desperately trying to sleep after beîng pumped with oramorph, saline, anti b coughs assist and the suction machine. I sit here writing this which can only be described as a cure for insomnia, listening to some fantastic beats from the bed opposite. I'm thinking that guy has really fine tuned his bipap noise together with his snoring, giving off the occasional trumps, I'm playing name that tune. Oh wait a minute some commotion with my dads next door neighbour, " I want me tea" in a northern accent. "I'm sorry sir, but it's 01:45 I can offer you some toast" in a South Indian accent, I'm assuming they are South Indian, oh well adds a bit of culture to the story. " I'm nôt taking my insulin" says Mr Northener,"and tell them next door to close that window". At which poiñt I politely shout, can one shout politely?,well I did," it would help if u put some clothes on" oh P Off you P(;ki shouts the northerner." Indian, you horrible man", well I didn't actually say the horrible man bit. I'm trying to keep this forum clean, which is more than I can say for Mr Northerner.
" yes she's coming", ive called the nurse for you" Bed X has mistaken me for the nursewala, maybe I should remind him the days of the Raj are over.
I can finally here my dad snoring which was a sound for sore ears, I look out the window and gaze into the distant and see suburban XXXX, feeling envious as they are tucked up in their silent night and tempur, whilst I'm sat here next to my dad, clinging on to his arm like that child on his first day of school. I don't want to let you go dad!