2 Mondays ago we got a new patient.
We talk about music. He's about 60ish.
I know he's going to bang-on about Pink Floyd.
I know I'm going to have to listen to him talk about bloody Darkside of the bloody Moon.
"What I keep coming back to is..." he says.
& starts the pop of P.
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We talk about music. He's about 60ish.
I know he's going to bang-on about Pink Floyd.
I know I'm going to have to listen to him talk about bloody Darkside of the bloody Moon.
"What I keep coming back to is..." he says.
& starts the pop of P.
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Bloody Pink Floyd, I think.
He continues "PJ Harvey."
Come to my bosom my new best friend!
We talk & talk & talk.
PJ Harvey. Tricky. Music. Music. Music.
His taste is wide & varied.
A life-long consumer of music.
Music is IMPORTANT to him.
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He thanks me in front of the therapists.
He thanks me in front of the Doctors.
He thanks me when we're alone.
His wife & daughters thank me.
I. Didn't. Do. Anything.
Today he said that he wanted a word.
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On the way there he gives me a book. Hell Is Round The Corner. Tricky's autobiography.
Little acts of kindness can make me very emotional.
We get to the day room.
He explains how grateful he is for everything I did/do for him.
I. Didn't. Do. Anything...
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"I have kept only the ones that really, really matter to me. I want you to have them."
There were tears.