No sooner were we back from a trip than within 48 hours we had to set to, to travel a further 400 miles there and back. We had two nights accommodation reserved on the most economic pre-payment deal. The first, so that we could arrive in time for an early start and the second night for rest and recovery.
So, there I was trying to be bright and perky, sitting on a hospital trolley bed, in a standard issue gown that gaped at the back, however, I had been allowed to keep my knickers on for the sake of dignity and decency. I politely answered the nice nurse’s questions about my health, smiled when my blood pressure was taken, and then sat back to read. The theatre list had not yet appeared and there was no indication of when the consultant would appear. It is advisable to have a really gripping book or magazine to read in these circumstances. :yes:
Having done as I was told and finished eating or drinking before 7am (I ate a banana at 06.50) my stomach didn’t tell me it missed breakfast. The lady next to me, waiting for the same consultant, decided to snooze. A young girl opposite on a different medical mission was chatty. :DD
By 09.45 I was progressing really well with my book when a nurse in dark blue appeared. She introduced herself as the senior theatre nurse. …….Terribly sorry, the consultant was ill and there was no-one else who could stand in. 8| She chatted a bit more and was really sorry for the awful inconvenience I had…… All that travelling…..It’s a long way ……people don’t realise do they, and so on. There was some discussion about the possibility of making alternative arrangements in the near future; I wished the consultant better, then set about organising myself for a dignified exit, after I had a hot drink and some toast.
The other lady who was affected by the cancellation, and who lived locally, munched an egg sandwich and had a cup of tea. She was was definitely not a happy bunny about the medical cancellation, and hoped ….he,[the consultant] hadn’t got a hangover…. She was also girding her loins for a vigorous discussion with her husband for leaving her his mobile phone with very little call credit on it. Oh dear. >:XX
The silver lining of this aborted medical saga was, we were able to enjoy some of the best and warmest weather of the week. And we did. B)