Nothing in Particular

It's been a while since I sat and wrote of nothing in particular. Not that there's a shortage of things in particular to write about, with national and international affairs dominating every waking moment, But I can't help thinking occasionally I should take a step back and leave commenting on particular subjects to the more educated and concentrate on my nothings in particular. I suppose every aspect of life has particular importance and effect on our personal day to day life, even if they don't have world changing significance particular life events matter to us personally.
Life in my particular case has passed with it's usual assortment of drama, excitement, chaos and sometimes mediocrity with a few other factors thrown in. If you appreciate those elements then my life certainly contains all of them and more...

Recently I had a few days stay in hospital for a lengthy eye operation, the hospital itself had marvellous staff and state of art medical equipment but the building was a relic of bygone days. Spread over five floors it had just two wards each containing six beds, it seemed rather empty and spooky and I wondered briefly if I was in the right hospital when they ushered me to a bed next to an elderly lady who was having a full length conversation with herself. It reminded me of a time I went to visit someone in a mental health unit, it was a warm summer night so I didn't have a coat on, the visit lasted beyond visiting time and through a change of staff approaching the duty nurse I cheerfully asked to be let out. The woman looked me up and down before replying “Now dear you know that's not possible why don't you go watch TV and I'll bring you a cup of tea”. I managed to keep my calm in case they did decide to admit me!!
Back to the eye hospital, the woman in the next bed continued her one sided conversation through the night and into the following afternoon before she was discharged, I fervently hoped her ranting hadn't been caused by something they put in the anaesthetic. I was a nervous wreck before the operation which was scheduled to last 2 ½ hours. I'm one of those people who prefer herbal and homoeopathic medicines but accepted the offer of a “mild sedative” to calm me before theatre, The mild sedative was tamazepam and I reckon it was triple strength, I've no recollection of anything about being prepared for theatre or being taken there. The nurses did tell me I was singing “I will survive” totally tunelessly. I'm teetotal but the after affects of the sedative and anaesthetic left me with a headache worthy of a hardened binge drinker.
That evening headache or not I was starving and looking forward to dinner, my appetite and enthusiasm vaporised when I saw a small amount of slimly looking pasta dressed in tomato sauce accompanied by a dollop of mashed potato and salad... When the nurse came to remove the virtually untouched food she placed hands on hips and demanded “Didn't you like you're dinner then?” Fearful of being force fed, being given more sedatives and worse, ending up rambling like the old woman who'd been in the next bed I smiled at her weakly and said; “The cucumber was delicious.”
I signed myself out early. Like I said, lovely staff, great surgeons but give me my own bed and a plate of home made lasagne any day.