I woke several times during the night and at 5.48 decided it wasn’t worth going back to bed as the alarm was set for 6.30. This allowed me to have an unhurried breakfast, a reflective cup of tea and a few minutes answering comments. What it didn’t allow, was a parking space when I went for my blood test.
Parking has been getting tighter down there, and this wasn’t a total surprise, though it in’t normally full by 7am. It is supposedly a car park for visitors only, but I’m not sure this is true. When they first made it free they had a staff member on the entrance checking that you were a visitor. Since that check has been abandoned it has been steadily more difficult to find parking. The cynic in me, seeing a variety of clues inside the cars, and seeing drivers dressed in NHS uniform, tends to think the staff are ignoring the notices and taking the spaces meant for visitors.
The other part of me, the part that wants to believe they are all heroes and angels, doesn’t want to believe it. “Say it aint’ so, Joe!” my inner, innocent, self cries out. However, when I think back to the times I have been in hospital, including the time I was left glued to the bed by dried blood despite a request for help, I do start to wonder. If they are capable of leaving me stuck to my bedding, they are certainly capable of stealing my parking space.
I will, however, cut them some slack, because they generally do a good job and it’s a lovely day. The sun is shining, there was minimal ice on my screen this morning and the Robins were singing in the hospital garden.
The blood test, performed with the panache odf a world class fencer, took mere seconds. Touché, you could almost hear her cry.
And now, having got home in time to write a post, I will go to work.
I like your generous spirit. The hospital car park in Carlisle was largely taken up by commuters getting free parking and taking a bus into town before they started checking and space appeared for patients as if by magic..
I suppose that isan argument for hospitals charging, though it always seems rather unfeeling to charge people for visiting the sick or seeing a specialist.
There! That’s done. Hope the results are good.
They haven’t rung me, so that mans they don’t need to change the dosage. Hopefully they will give me a couple of weeks before the next test. A friend of mine tells me he has this pattern too – gets up to months between tests then something randomly goes wrong and he’s back to weekly tests. 🙁 Sigh…
Well done – like therapy bird in your photo