Morphine is a serious mind-bender...Bernard had a shot of it when he was...shot. And went a bit do-lally over a pretty plant he saw...
The hospital used it on me last May, for reasons best known to themselves, in hefty doses. But when I eventually surfaced I didn't know and also hadn't realised when there were ginger kittens playing around the feet of one of the nurses that they were a side-effect...of the morphine.
And I couldn't speak either, so I was waving my arms about frantically trying to catch the girls attention to ask her to bring a couple of the dear little kittens onto my bed please...
Then a helicopter landed right in the middle of the ICU...that didn't faze me in the slightest...it seemed to be a perfectly normal occurrence but I missed it taking off again 'cos I'd gone back to sleep.
And time went backwards...the ward clock would be at two o'clock and the next time I looked it was ten to nine...but it was still the same day.
All the plugs for the various bits of machinery to keep everyone alive and kicking had small electric night-lights beside them...I thought it was a religious festival and that the night-lights were actually candles...it didn't worry me though...just thought it looked pretty.
Eventually I re-gained the ability to speak reasonably lucidly and told one of the night nurses...about the kittens etc...he sat on the edge of my bed and patted my hand...'Now, you are not to fret about any of that...it was just the morphine'
And he told me about other patients who had seen beautiful angels and bicycles flying through the ward...and some poor people had seen the devil himself...
I wouldn't have liked that.