WHERE’S THE REMOTE?

A half an hour appointment at hospital rolled out to almost three hours. I wish to goodness I’d known where the tv remote was so I could have cancelled this loud irritating tv programme. I was on my own most of the time anyway, but this penetrating noise was upsetting the little equilibrium I was hanging on to.

Eventually I left, with a sore throat, a sore stomach and more, and seeming to have gained two extra medical issues during the investigative procedure. Well, whoopee-do.

Having read the medical report later, including the helpful, more hopeful parts which the discharge nurse had failed to mention. Why?!! I felt slightly better, even if my internal tracts didn’t.

I’m wondering if retirement is to save employers having to sack you when all the medical appointments kick in.