Let me out of here

While this title may sound like a cry for help, Russ and I are perfectly happy to stay as a resident of this Berlin Hospital and continue to get amazing care.

This story is about Russ’s Roommates who are chomping at the bit to get out!

While dear old Boris (not his real name) spend two days and finally got his wish, he was replaced with another very distraught gentleman called Hans (maybe his name) the day Boris left! Bring back Boris is our motto right now. Hans is a challenge!

This morning at 3am Russell was woken (bearing in mind no curtain divider in room) to Hans rooting around in his locker (by Russ’s bedhead) and packing his supermarket bag in readiness to “Leave”.

Russ drifted back off to sleep and by he time he woke at 7am, Hans was dressed packed and ready to go! This gentleman seems to not have realised that we cannot speak German and continues to barrage us with long conversations (one sided) even though we throw our hands in the air and obviously don’t know a word he says.

I arrived around 8.30, and Hans was ploughing around the ward and in and out of the room. Hospital towelling slippers over his socks!

We asked Russell’s doctor if he was leaving today (hoping this was the case) and she said “noooo” and he was told by several staff to get back on his bed.

So this continued for the morning, the prowling and the long German stories and bag packed….

Russ was ready for a rest around 10.30, so I went for a walk, and upon my return at midday, he was gone – lock stock and supermarket bag!

Sometime in the last hour (while Russ napped), when the coast was clear, he made his escape! I told the nurse as she went past (telltale that I am) and everyone was running around the hospital looking for him.

While I have seen no visitors to Hans, a son was called, but not before the police had found him wandering around (quite far from the hospital) and he was returned under police escort!

He was looking very hot and bothered and his hospital slippers seemed to suggest he had been park roaming – covered in leaves and dirt!

I gave him a piece our our leftover cake that I had brought from the French bakery for our lunch. (Which was promptly stashed away in aforementioned supermarket bag)

Finally his son arrived and he spent a bit of time explaining, actually I don’t know what, but by this evening, I had to help him into his nightie and he seemed to have settled! God loves a trier! I just hope Russ has a more peaceful night.

Finally almost in bed – but not quite! Last ditch attempt!

Anyway, I felt Russ needed a treat so, at dinner time, I went to my new favourite Chinese and got him a good tasty feed – rather than the bread and sausage and cheese supper supplied!

I have one the same – at least we will have full tummies!

We cannot understand why the Germans feel this need to escape a perfectly good bed for the night and excellent care! At least they have air conditioning back on and are not paying for it!