Hospital Nostalgia

We have spent so much time in hospitals over the last three years that its got to the stage we feel nostalgic about them. Its a bit like the bond that develops between hostages and their captors. Hostages - so i read - soon develop some kind of perverse "rapport" or "relationship" with their captors...read the psychobabble on google if you want. Anyway, Laura and I often find ourselves reminiscing about the hospitals we have seen. We talk about the nurses, the wards, the cafes located in the foyers etc. Singapore is a favourite of course. Mount Elizabeth holds lots of memories not least the amazing Takashimaya shopping centre located opposite.

Dhaka's Holy Cross and Red Crescent - yes its origins are christian and muslim - holds memories too. Of cats in the Cardiac Care Unit, of piles of rubbish being fed upon by crows in those cold winter days we were there, of the nurses and orderlies waiting for bakshish on the day of discharge, of the politicisation of the hosptial notice boards etc. We love talking about it all. The main reason we do is probably because the overall story had a happy ending. We rescued my mum from Dhaka and got her sorted in Singapore. I hope we will have similar happy/interesting memories of Addenbrookes.