Rough draft recording - please make allowances....


Written as an emotional appreciation for the friends and family who visited every day whilst Ross was comatosed in hospital. This human contact was so important and helped so much with nurturing some small sense of connection and feeling with people who love you. Something positive to lift some of the weight of depression and med deadening, something to give hope of recovery.


Ironically, whilst at the time the NHS quoted the need for as much family contact as possible to aid recovery, they are now planning to close all the local in-patient facilities in favour of a central facility in Reading. This will make daily visits for people in this area impossible - it seems that the clinical evidence for the benefits of contact is mootable when it comes into contact with policy....


While I was comatosed

You came and sat with me

While I was comatosed

Dosed up to the eyeballs

Force-fed with meds

You came every day you could

You comforted

And gave me a mantra

To help feel positive


When slurred words were blurring

My spirit was suffering

My protest was supposed to be

My fall back plan I was found guilty


I was out for the count

But you always came

And took me away from the horrible place

On my death-bed

You came and sat beside

While I was comatosed

And kissed my sleeping eyes


When slurred words were blurring

My spirit was suffering

My protest was supposed to be

My fall back plan I was found guilty