I had a very spooky experience yesterday. I was visiting the hospital as normal, and they asked me to speak to this one patient. I recognised the name. Of course, names don’t guarantee uniqueness, but until I met her, I was . Was it? wasn’t 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 name had stuck. In fact, she was a solicitor, doing something on my behalf. Everything was mostly conducted through correspondence, but we met for my final signature.

The verdict? Well, I didn’t think so, but I wan’t sure. There are two limiting factors. One of which is my eyesight. I don’t trust it, certainly to recognise somebody I met for five minutes, five years ago. Second is just the hospital environment. Talking to her partner, she’d had a haemorrhage and had just come out of intensive care. She wasn’t very communicative and she looked like shit. And, of course, when I met her before she’d have been very smart. But some things matched. Same colour hair, as far as I could remember, and must have been the right sort of age (I meet a few people there, but not many who are younger than me.) Inconclusive stuff, but enough to still have me wondering whether it was or not.

My plan? Well, I’m up there again in two weeks. They’ll probably ask me to talk to her again, but if not, I’ll have to think on and go looking for her. She was quite newly-admitted yesterday, so I guess she’ll still be there. Also, was quite uncommunicative. 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 when they do an intellectual job. I’ve seen that just in myself – this morning I’ve been taking some very specific data out of a database, and ultimately displaying it in a web browser. So, it can be done. There’s a shedload of stuff that’s too hard physically, but intellectually, I’m right back where I was.

Author: Mister Bump UK

Formerly Stroke Survivor UK. Designed/developed IT systems for banks, but had a stroke in 2016, aged 48. Returned to developing from home, plus do some voluntary work. Married, with a grown-up, left-home daughter.

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