Music through heartsongs

A backdated thought.

Part of me is afraid I'll lose all these important thoughts that randomly flash through my head in a day. Unfortunately I don't have a keyboard nor a convenient internet connection to assist the recording of these thoughts.

One of which frequently occured during my last placement.

Funny are these things, when you try to pen them down, its seemingly impossible! But when they occur in your head, they are these amazingly brilliant insights [or so i think] that you wish the world could just see into your head and give you a literary prize for.

Enough daydreaming during firms. I digress.

Every thursday afternoon, the hospital would invite external performers to put up a music/artistic performance in the atrium of the hospital. It was such a refreshing change to see some life in that place, especially since after an entire day/week, all around me were scenes of death.

Not to be melodramatic, but theres a sort of understated nochalance that happens in the wards with regards to the patients. Yes we do recognise them as individuals, but sometimes the call for detachment to them, to their disease, sometimes makes me see them as mere jobs that need to be done. The CT that needs to be ordered, the bloods that need to be done. I gloss over the reality that Mr Bloggs is trying to cope with a debilitating disease and maybe there's other forms of healing that need to be done.

Bless those musicians, they really attempt to bring both clinicians and patients back to reality. Quite a difficult task. The sad thing though, is that many in the hospital who would benefit from this most, don't actually know it exists.