I've spent most of today sitting in hospital waiting rooms....corridors..... cupboards labeled Waiting Room....and consulting rooms.....
I now know that television at 8am is annoying and noisy........that the ring tones of dozens of mobile phones are different, loud and annoying.....
Despite having my head in a book I now know the medical history and present symptoms of at least ten people.......as they explained them to the rest of the waiting room or loudly into the phone of some poor soul who perhaps only wanted to sell them something.....
What I don't know is why this happened.....
As I sat in one noisy waiting room two workmen entered carrying a short step ladder and a nice little blue and white screen.....
Workman A opened the ladder and climbed to the top platform......
Workman B then rolled up the trouser legs of workman A....just above his knees.....and placed the screen in front of him.....
Seconds later he took the screen away and workman A had rolled back down one trouser leg....
He descended....they smiled....gathered together their "props"....and left......
The good part of this is that...apart from the sound of the TV....the waiting room became silent as everybody watched........bliss..... :-)
After reading all the horror stories about wrong legs being removed and wrong tubes being tied, I did suggest to gness that I apply a temporary tattoo saying "This way up" or "Please use rear entrance" ...
... I now need an expert in restoring lost hearing ...
You live in the South East, Eccles, land of flowing honey and NHS consultants who own Porsches and Rolls. Down here the bloody hospital ought to be buried in seaweed to kill off the Novovirus, the Tower and all, and we have just been put into central Government management for a minimum of a year, as it is failing that much, the only saving factor being the smaller satellite hossies.......
Always put hosp gowns on backwards so you tie at front exposing as much or little as you choose ( if male carry a bare banana in pocket so you may brag as & when necessary )
Last time I wore one of those gowns - and no nickety nacks. Was being brought down for surgery. Told to swing my legs out of the bed when I espied one of the "nurses". Male what the funk. He was the brother of my friend and was a plasterer by trade. Get the funk - you are not going to look at my ferniculus. "What are you doing here" - "This is my job now". It didn't last too long cos last time I looked he was back to plastering. I went mad at that.