I had a very spooky experience yesterday. I was visiting the hospital, and they asked me to speak to this one particular patient. I recognised the name. The name didn’t necessarily mean it was the same person but was it? I was full of anticipation.
This woman was somebody I met professionally, just the once, and just for five or ten minutes. For some reason, her unusual name had stuck. She was a solicitor, doing some work for me.
The verdict? Well, I didn’t think so, but I wan’t sure. There are two limiting factors. One is my eyesight, I don’t trust it to recognise somebody I only met briefly, years ago. Second is the hospital environment – people in hospital look like shit, and when I met her before she’d have been suited and booted.
. Talking to her partner, she’d had a haemorrhage and had just come out of intensive care, and wasn’t very communicative. But some things matched. Same colour hair, as far as I could remember, and must have been the right sort of age, but inconclusive.
I’m up there again in two weeks, and they’ll probably ask me to talk to her again. I guess she’ll still be there for a while. Hopefully in two weeks she’ll be more interested in having a conversation. Or, hopefully, I’ll catch her partner again. He needs to know that, however bad it seems now, someone can get their life back, especially if they do a job which isn’t physical. I got my brain back and can function at the same standard as before.