the Sounds, movements, smells, visions, or cakes which are dipped in the tea. Much can trigger memories from the time that fled. Of good and evil.
When the taxi turns towards the Löwenströmska hospital’s Orthopedic department, we pass the palliative ditto. I look away towards the white wing and remember Ragnar Hedenius.
Åttiosexåriga Ragnar, who, after a long and rich life he decided to take command of the last journey of life. He said no to continued dialysis treatment, ”checked in” on hospiceavdelningen and received his last wishes through exactly one year ago.
a new hip in the titan instead of the arthritic old, takes a one hour to carry out a pleasant and professional staff who patiently listens to the nervous vitsande the patient before they finally lulls him down.
When I later wake up on a title which appropriately enough is called ”uppvaket” flanked I by two elderly ladies (a hip and a knee) that is different from the male patient not to constantly ask for more sandwiches and not complain about the pain.
The last thing I remember on the uppvaket was that I fell asleep – before I the day after was rolled down to kontrollröntgas of an efficient nurse, who had hands-on track of patient flows.
”Roll in the hip with the head before.”
that kept Ragnar at life in three and a half years. Remember, the very last dialysis treatments, ragnar’s customary to try to keep the feelings in check with the joke: ”Little will you miss me?” The staff’s wordless response. The tears.
Rest in peace Ragnar. Yes. You are missing.
Paul Hansen, whiny småhungrig old man, lame on the right side, was last seen in a car on the way to the south on the E4 motorway at the height of Upplands Väsby. Thank you Christina and Funcken!
