skoobysoo
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I was looking through your old thread about St Johns Hospital, Chelmsford. It is a now closed thread so I couldn't comment so here I will thank you for taking me down memory lane and making me smile and a little sad at the same.
20 years ago I gave birth to my daughter in the maternity wing there, seeing it in that state was saddening. The fact that it's now a housing estate in the making is even sadder although I thnk some buildings have been retained but you can't see which ones from the main road.
I had an ectopic pregnancy operation in the Gynee ward the year before her birth and the messages left on the wall included a reference to Dr Robarts who was my consultant at the time.
When my daughter was 4 she was taken to the children's ward with suspected menigitus which luckily turned out to be an infected gland in her neck. It was a very scary time and I spent a few nights sleeping next to her on the ward until she was well enough to go home.
I remember visiting my dad in the cardiac ward bless his soul during one of his heart attack recoveries with my mum.
There are odd occasions when I was there for whatever reasons but these stand out the most. Just seeing the car parking spaces where I used to wait as a cabbie for patients to take home made me smile.
Thank you for that somewhat sad but poignant walk back in time it brought back memories I had forgotten about.
20 years ago I gave birth to my daughter in the maternity wing there, seeing it in that state was saddening. The fact that it's now a housing estate in the making is even sadder although I thnk some buildings have been retained but you can't see which ones from the main road.
I had an ectopic pregnancy operation in the Gynee ward the year before her birth and the messages left on the wall included a reference to Dr Robarts who was my consultant at the time.
When my daughter was 4 she was taken to the children's ward with suspected menigitus which luckily turned out to be an infected gland in her neck. It was a very scary time and I spent a few nights sleeping next to her on the ward until she was well enough to go home.
I remember visiting my dad in the cardiac ward bless his soul during one of his heart attack recoveries with my mum.
There are odd occasions when I was there for whatever reasons but these stand out the most. Just seeing the car parking spaces where I used to wait as a cabbie for patients to take home made me smile.
Thank you for that somewhat sad but poignant walk back in time it brought back memories I had forgotten about.
taking the time to address a member on here.
