O how happy we all were when we received a visitor or visitors during visiting time. The only exception to that rule was when the visitor or visitors was the source of our demise or so we felt.Some patients always had visits while some who rarely or never had visits made the visitors of those who always had theirs.
I recall feeling a little sad when no one came to visit me especially as I heard the excited chatter of patients and their visitors.
For some visiting time meant a time for some extra food as the smell of KFC and Burgher King pervaded the day area.
It was not unusual to hear some patients being admonished to behave and cooperate with ‘ the powers that be’ to hasten their dismissal and come back home in the rest and care of concerned family members.
My visitors were mainly friends rather than family. A visit from two family members went so badly that it was never repeated for my duration of confinement in ‘Helltel ‘.
For mosr visiting time meant encouraging exchanges, the receiving of snacks, change of clothing and tioiletries. Visiting hours was the favorite part of the day for many as they could get a chance to catch up on what was happening in the real world and in their own lives.
At the end of the visiting time many of the patients had heard something or seen someone to make them have sweet dreams or nightmares to awaken to another day to the same old routine . Another day in 5 star Helltel a.k.a ward 21.