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Memory #35

From 2007

I remember… The renal ward was an open ward – everyone talked to each other & made friends. It wasn’t ‘noise’.

Memory #26

From 2022

I remember… Busy, fewer doctors, less capacity to help, feels aggressive and anxious. Waiting… 10 hours in A&E. Busy, loud. shouting.

Memory #24

From 1984

I remember regular meals – the smell of horlicks! Constant noise all day, but no piped music! The feeling of safety and security with many staff, able to chat to you on odd occasions.

Memory #5

From 1985-88

I remember… The clunking sound of the patient index card carousel in the medical records department

Memory #20

From early 1980s

I remember… When I had my nose bashed in, I went into hospital. I came in at 9am, at 12.30 I was still sitting there and I’d been forgotten! Lots of people came and went until I was the only one left. It was empty, quiet & shutting down!

Memory #18

From 2009

I remember… I had an MRI scan back in 2009 in London. Once the machine was on, I was transformed into the unwitting sole audience member for the MRI musical extravaganza. It started slowly, with a low buzzing drone but soon turned into an orchestra of banging and drilling. Each different frequency was seemingly fighting for supremacy to last the longest. The low frequency was winning. Nonetheless, every so often the slightly higher one would cut in briefly just to add a little variety and surprise. Sometimes a drone would start up over which a series of percussion instruments would haphazardly dance like grasshoppers. I thought I was doing rather well for managing to hear it this way, but was nonetheless quite pleased when the white coats came in to release me. Except they told me there was another five minutes or so to go and they just needed to adjust something.   So, reluctantly, I stilled myself for the second movement. The lack of dynamic range was a tad disappointing in its limited scope of f to ff and occasionally sfz but the tempo changes were more entertaining. One percussive sound would start up an SOS pulse while another would come in with more of a house music high-hat speed. Then there was a final burst of electrical tones starting low, raising in pitch and then returning to the original low frequency that had kept me entertained throughout. It was this familiar tone that saw me through to the final cadence culminating in a prolonged silence.  The white coats returned, the bed was pulled out, (and my cannula rather heavy-handedly removed) and I was free to leave, having experienced the most intense musical performance of my life, performed by a machine.

Memory #13

I remember… The incessant beeping of monitors. Telephones at the nurses’ desk ringing constantly. The unpleasant smell of breakfast wafting in from the HDU. A lone 1980s copy of ‘Pâtés and Terrines’ in the family room, nothing else to read. The atmosphere mixed with the smell of disinfectant and burnt toast.

Memory #11

I remember… After the birth of my first child, not long after whilst still in the delivery room I was encouraged to have a shower. I remember the silent corridor & wobbly legs & the shower having someone else’s blood in it. I felt really out of it. It’s like a dreamscape.

Memory #10

From 2008/9

I remember… In around 2008/9, after surgery due to an ectopic pregnancy, I wasn’t allowed to drink and for what feels like days in my memory I had a kind of spongey stick doused in lemony-y liquid which was tantalising – not quenching as I couldn’t have much, but the taste is still something I associate with quenching thirst. In the same stay (I needed to stay a while after the surgery), I remember being on a shared ward and the sounds and smells of fellow patients waking in the night in pain or needing to use a commode – I don’t remember the exact smells, mainly the rustling of curtains in the night and then feeling a bit like I was intruding by being awake.

Memory #9

From 1980

I remember… Being in hospital after having a small operation in 1980. Feeling quite low and hoping the operation would help me have a longed for baby. As all the lights went out one nurse had the squeakiest shoes I have ever heard. All night long…. The noise didn’t stop till she went off duty!!

Memory #8

I remember… I spent a lot of time in hospital with severe asthma as a little kid. What I remember most is the brightness (colours) and chatter of the playroom, and the sense of excitement at all the toys (it was a VERY good playroom!). There was a particular little wooden village I loved to play with that was almost worth getting ill for. I don’t remember any of the tubes, etc. I would have been hooked up to, or any of the staff who would have had to help me get down the corridor. Just the toys and the colours!