THERE'S not much to do but listen when you are suddenly confined to a bed in a hospital room.
The sounds come up through the pillow, creep in round the door. No television, no phone, no books or magazines or company and no idea of what's happening outside the door, just lots of white ceiling to gaze at in varying textures. Nothing to do but try to match the inside sounds with reality and envy at the outdoor sounds.
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