You’ll be pleased to know (though not as pleased as I am) that a friend of Dad’s has agreed to come and daddy-sit and make lunch for him on Friday. This is a good thing. It means I can go for my consultation with a clear mind and concentrate on the matter in hand. Hmm… is that a good thing?
I was in the doctor’s waiting room – the real one, not the one here with Doctor-2B-Yay – waiting for Dad to come out from his three-monthly visit to the nurse and I got talking with a lovely old lady who was telling me rather racy tales of her childhood! Suddenly she said “You know, I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for St Mary’s”. I was impressed and told her how rare it was to hear people sing the praises of our local hospital. She disillusioned me very fast. “No, I mean I wouldn’t be here at the doctor’s today, getting treatment for an injury they caused during a routine small investigative operation”. She went on to describe in eye-watering detail the mistake the hospital had made and the ensuing pain and discomfort that simply wasn’t going away.
Suffice to say it was more eye-watering for me than for the other patients in the waiting room. Did I mention I was going to the hospital on Friday for the consultation prior to a small investigative op?