At twenty-seven years of age, Seán was a broken man. The trauma of what he witnessed and the effects of his near drowning caused him a severe emotional and psychic collapse, the ripples of which washed up against him – sometimes pulling him back under – for the rest of his life. His bi-polar disorder produced a curious older man; someone who would laugh with all the joy of life and sink into the bleakest recesses of the valley of the shadow of death – sometimes in the same day.
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
Pain relief is one thing, the side-effects of the medicine is quite another. Thank goodness for morphine. When it comes to sheer physical pain opiates are the way to go, but the effects that the drug have on the mind are colourful to say the least. Depending on one’s state of mind morphine takes its … Continue reading Facing my Fears
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
Any account of my stay in the hospital would not be complete without relating my encounter with a saint. Paddy managed to get the worst bed in the room; next to Vinny on the one side and a broken radiator on the other. He had rented a television and his son had brought him in … Continue reading Faith of our Fathers