The seriousness of most illnesses can be determined by the global demeanour of those gathered round the patient. When you enter someone’s home and are greeted by a smiley happy chirpy face of a relative mid throws in the process of making a pot of tea, I think it’s a safe bet that the patient you’ve come to see will not be dead or dying.
I stood at the foot of a bed where my patient lay and unperturbed, repeated his proclamation.
“You can’t move”
The patient’s wife stood in the kitchen. A smiley happy chirpy face befit her as she made a pot of tea. Continue reading