It was the middle of a
freezing cold night; rain was lashing down in great sheets. The giant, un-illuminated golden arches of a
McDonalds were being buffeted by the wind in the darkness, along with all the
other giant signs on the highway. All
the little glowing road markers were blurred by the squelching windscreen
wipers as my housemate drove me slowly but surely out to the hospital on the
edge of town. A couple of days earlier I’d
strained my neck somehow and by now the entire right side of my head was an
agonising wreck, and as I sat - unable to lie down - in my bed I began to
wonder whether it wasn’t something worse (those of you who know me will find
that amusing). Hence this drive.
