The next morning we made our first journey to Commercial Road, Prahran, and the dominating structure that is the Alfred Hospital. It was a bright, sunny Saturday, and I remember thinking that the traffic seemed unusually sparse. It was a route we were to travel many times over the next couple of years, and one which severely tested my sanity.
The admitting procedures that followed were tedious, and served to magnify the apprehension I could feel within me.
There is no doubt that my parents felt worse.
I recall the embarrassment of being wheeled towards the lifts by an orderly, with my newly acquired identification wrist band, because I felt remarkably good, and definitely capable of unassisted movement.
Looking at obviously sick people made the experience even more bizarre. I was waiting for a swift end to the stay, and a return to normality.

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