You'd have an interesting answer to the question "What did you do on your birthday?" Hubby said. Well, yes, I suppose I would. Here's how the answer would go.
This year, a large part of my birthday morning was spent travelling twenty miles to, and sitting in, our local hospital's Accident and Emergency Unit. In the cubicle, the nurse did a very careful triage of the problem, at which time I noticed things that had passed me by. We had a chat about the development of the medical problem. A doctor was called.
While waiting for the doctor, nurse made us comfortable in a waiting area with good chairs, a T.V. (not that we watched anything) and a 'customer' coffee machine. Hubby searched for change and bought us both coffees.
Nurse reappeared to to check her colouring-in of my problem presentation. One slight alteration, a flourish of shading and she was ready for a presentation.
Back in the cubicle, the young doctor introduced himself and asked me if I had been losing weight!? (I didn't know him from Adam and I wish...) There was a bit of prodding about and I made a suitable number intakes of breath, ouches and winces, These were followed by a brief discussion about the diagnosis. Doc. then gave me self-medicating instructions and said if things were no better within 48 hours I was to visit my own GP. Out of his earshot, nurse instructed that if things were no better in two days, I was to return to the hospital. "Why?" "Because," she said, "you might need intravenous treatment."
As we left, Nurse wished me a happy birthday.
02/05/08 @ 22:50