Lost again.

Almost worse than last night.

We saw Service User this morning.

Very smashed up.

Wearing a wrist band that called him Jack Trauma, DOB 1/2/1900.

it is a good name.

He told us he wanted to die

That this is the Underworld, and we are not his parents.

Also that he should have gone to the sea that day...

I followed his bed out of the ward as he went down to surgery.

Six hours later we were back.

J. Trauma was lost again.

The nurse said, ' he's gone to intensive care section two.

The hospital has critical care, and no section two.

People made phone calls and typed requests.

J Trauma had vanished.

This was too close to what happened last night

I was beginning to come apart at the seams.

Eventually he was supposed to be in the brain injury section of Critical Care..

I thought of all his fractures.

Imagined the intracranial bleed...

He was still in theatre.

We were still waiting to hear at 8:25 pm...

But then, we were called in.

Opioids.

And strangely...He was a lot saner than he's been in weeks.

Even managed to joke..