Ohhh... that one hurt....

Another day at the hospital. Gawwd it's raining, but at least the Föhn is over.

Peter called me five times this morning, 'was I coming over'?

'Yes, at one p.m, as I do EVERY day...'

And then it happened. He looked frightened. Insisted on accompanying me outside while I smoked, so I wrapped him up in my jacket, it was too cool. And he asked, 'Where am I going after I leave here? We have to make a PLAN.'

'What do you mean? Gamlitz of course...'

'Why?'

'Because that is where you have been living since March.''

'I can't remember...'

'Sure you can, the nice room with the tee-vee, and the the view from the window where there is a stand of trees up top, with a real cuckoo bird in it?

(Express elevator DOWN, anyone??? With a crash in the cellar?)

'Oh. Yes, now I know... I think I'm beginning to forget an awful lot of things....' He sounded sad, and not so panicked any more... good grief, this is happening so fast...

'Just don't worry right now, ok? Once you are there, it will be all right, and you won't be getting poked and prodded all the time.'

'Ok....'

Am not about to go all emotional. It just hurt. And the rain outside. Tja...