The bell

Not sure whether to post all these individually as I write them or save them for one bigger posting every day or two. Decided to just keep this system up. There's a Doctor's meeting on Monday when they'll decide what to do with me, possibly get round to doing cutting-into-me things like biopsies - could be done on Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday then home? Or is that wishful thinking.  So any readers may only have  five or six days of these interludes to suffer before I get back to normal. Curse, by then probably no one reading them...


'Bell's going in Room 9'

'OK, I've got it.Thought Room 9 was empty'

It was. It was also empty when the bell went the next day,and the next. Same time.

I thought it might be an idea to see what was happening... Next night I sat in the chair next to the bed. I must have dozed off and the bell woke me with a jolt.

I looked up at the bed... this time it was occupied by a gaunt, unconscious man wearing a torn lab coat. He wasn't hurt and soon recovered when I woke him - though his memory was completely gone.

Oh, there was one other thing on the bed. A typewritten  sheet of A4. The words said 'Sorry -got the date wrong.'

After that, the bell stayed quiet.