She’d also dearly like to go home, but she’s resigned to a world in which that’s not her decision, which is the reality of what not sorting out social care looks like: it’s not about hospital beds costing yay much and domiciliary care costing a fraction of that.
The woman in the corner was incredibly buoyed by the appearance of an emotional support dog, but then it had to move on to its other rounds, and after that she started full-time missing her own dog.
I’ve ruminated since on the core principle of emotional support animals; obviously, any hospital with a dog in it is better than one without a dog.
The woman directly opposite has a massive family, and gets constant Fomo, even when they’re all – even the teenagers – right round her bed, and she’s the event she would otherwise be missing out on.
Healthy people are being forced to stay in hospital because of a lack of social care – and it’s an indictment of our current system.
