The most frustrating song ever
December 2007. A hospital bed, swimming in and out of consciousness, only occasionally seeing what was there rather than absurd and terrible hallucinations. However one thing that couldn't be blocked out was the radio that was by the head of my bed. Every day my mother came in and changed it to Classic FM or Radio 3 knowing that I liked classical music. Every single day a well meaning nurse changed it to Radio One, saying comfortingly to me that I was too young to want to listen to that boring music. And for what seemed like every day forever the Sugababes blasted 'Change.' Many shit songs graced Radio One, but it's that song that makes me want to strangle anyone who puts it on willingly. What could I possibly have done in a past life to merit being tortured by the Sugababes and the smuggest DJs ever and be unable to move to do something about it?

Edit: and a song from a later time during the same hospital stay from a very very good friend who literally gave me every metal disc he had and a cd player. Lying in bed and listening to Metallica's The Unforgiven II with the line 'The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through' which makes me simultaneously sad, and grateful
( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Thu 28 Jan 2010, 17:53, 6 replies)

hospital radio is worse than radio one
every day for a month, the cunt of a d.j played would i lie to you by charles and eddie.
i fucking hate that song.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 28 Jan 2010, 18:02, closed)

I'm not a radio 1
kinda girl. But I think that the pure hatred of hospital radio would have probably cured me
( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Thu 28 Jan 2010, 18:10, closed)

the worst part was
while i was in there, there was a radio merseyside summer roadshow event being held in the grounds, with the d.j's being sat right under my bloody window. everyone was having a good time, it was swelteringly hot and i was stuck in bed, getting jabbed by needles.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 28 Jan 2010, 18:39, closed)

Thanks for the reminder.
I'll instruct my best friend and my girlfriend to ensure that, if I am ever in that situation, they play both Coma and One to me along with some Aphex and Satie to help me excersize and relax my brain, respectively.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Thu 28 Jan 2010, 18:28, closed)

Ouch!
Raises a good point though, I should write one of those living wills - including a section on what songs are and are not acceptable if I am ever in a coma!

Reminded me of the time I had to have an MRI scan. They give you headphones so that the music (supposedly) drowns out the noise of the machine. I didn't realise you could take your own music, so she just put a CD on. 20-30 minutes of the latest Sugababes album while not being able to move my hands to my ears to remove the headphones. I did have an emergency button but it seemed a little trivial a complaint to stop the machine for.

In short, my experience was about 0.01% as traumatic as yours, but you have my sympathy - and a click!
(Penguins_Made_Me_Do_It is a dolt ... and she don't care, Thu 28 Jan 2010, 18:44, closed)

But at least it probably sped up your recovery with a desire to escape?
I hate radio one- too many "personalities" (egos) who love the sound of their own voice far far too much.
( awayfromthenumbers, Wed 3 Feb 2010, 13:16, closed)