Hospital Visit Diary Entry
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Hospital Visit Diary Entry
Monday, 3 November
Yesterday I visited my uncle in the city hospital. I was feeling anxious on the bus because I had not been inside a hospital ward for many years.
When I arrived, the reception desk was busy and nurses were moving quickly between corridors. A volunteer was showing visitors where to wash hands before entering the room.
Uncle Joe was resting in bed when I came in. He was not looking as pale as I expected, and he was smiling weakly when he saw me. Was he in pain? He was uncomfortable, but the nurses were controlling it with medicine.
While we were talking, a doctor was checking the chart at the door. She was asking short questions and was listening to his breathing with a small instrument.
I was bringing grapes and a magazine from home.
