Make your mind up

Time. The days are just the same. One long water-wash, day-night sequence, that blends into a smooth consistency of similar lighting around this single bed. My biggest change of scenery is the toilet, the wheelchair to and from the toilet, and the shower I can never wait to have.

The beds are covered in plastic. They make you sweat. My feet are cold and clammy. I have no comfortable clothes except one top – my wardrobe is full of career-girl shirts. Everything smells of sweat. I come back from a shower to a freshly changed bed, and I lie back and instantly smell sweat.

This is inertia, but this is also a hiatus. A full stop, a decision point. Make your mind up time.