Okay, I will fess-up that I didn’t know that it was a Beckett quote when I first saw it, but seeing it was part of a package that was the highlight of my day I felt it needed mentioning. We were out to Fika in the café of the new Books Upstairs on D'Olier Streey … Continue reading Nothing New Under the Sun
A little before three in the morning, on the corridor of Anne Young ward, Austin and I had gone for a stroll. He and I both got a little more life about us late in the evening, and had to escape the ward to let the other patients sleep in peace. Sometimes you’d get the … Continue reading What Will You Do?
Earlier today, when coming up the hill from the Phoenix Park to James’s Street, I bumped into the family of a new friend. This new friend and I met while I was in St. James’s Hospital, and over the length of my stay we got to spend a good bit of time together. What a … Continue reading Dropping in on a Friend
Felicitations to my friend Eric for all the work he has done in preparation for his Confirmation. Hearty congratulations are in order to all of his family – indeed – for suffering him for so long. On the surface one cannot be altogether sure that the final Sacrament of initiation is a grace felicitous to … Continue reading Tongues of Fire and Coming of Age
All through my life I have been a witness to the pain and suffering of others. I grew up in a home where our mother lived through the constant agony of chronic pain and disability, I have been there to see loved ones struggle to the end of their battles with terminal illnesses, and I … Continue reading Pain and the Illusion of Suffering
Days can pass terribly slowly on a ward. Speeding them up and otherwise making them bearable takes a great deal of our energy. Thinking about home, and our lives outside of the hospital – as it might be in prison – is not altogether a helpful thing. We are in hospital. A zombie invasion has … Continue reading Bromancing on Valentine’s Day
Once again the enemy is at the gates. More people have been brought into the isolation wards which run the length of our corridor on Victor Synge ward, and the decision has been made to break up the ward and seek higher ground. Paddy, John and Vinny have had the good fortune of being discharged … Continue reading Hannibal Ad Portas
What had been an emergency measure for the weekend has lasted now right into the week. Due to an “outbreak of influenza” in the hospital, visiting has been restricted, and by restricted the hospital authorities mean completely forbidden. On the radio we are hearing that six people have died as a result of the virus, … Continue reading Intensification of the Apocalypse Crisis