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An expert in the art of waiting

Head Rambles Posted on by

Things have been quiet here at the Manor.

Mainly because I haven’t been here.

Monday was a bit of a disaster. As I may have mentioned, I called in to visit Herself in hospital in the expectations of finding her with a new knee. Two minutes after I arrived they whisked her off to the theatre, so I only had a brief chance to tell her to break a leg. She wasn’t amused.

I had been told that the operation takes about forty minutes so rather than drive home and all the way back again I decided to wait. A big mistake.

After four hours of drinking coffee I was suffering from extreme caffeine overload and was in danger of being admitted as a Parkinson’s patient, so I went to enquire where the fuck she was. A cheerful Oriental bloke [99% of the staff seem to be foreign] told me that she was “in recovery” and was likely to be there for a good while yet. What the cunts hadn’t told me was that there was about an hour or so of preparation before the forty minute operation, followed by several hours of x-rays [to be sure they hadn’t left anything inside] and recovery.

Brambles Cafe
At least they nearly got my name right….

I went home.

On Tuesday I went in to visit. That was a bit better because at least she was there. Also my visit coincided with the physiotherapist so I could sit back and watch the pain. Karma got it’s revenge though as I got stuck in a traffic jamb on the motorway that was about eight miles long. There was no reason for the blockage – it just happened for no apparent reason. As I said – Karma.

Knee after joint repacement
Herself’s knee. Her pride and joy..

Today I dropped in and with a stroke of luck the physiotherapist was there again [a lovely girl, and she’s Irish]. I explained that I was to be her therapist when she got home so I was given lessons in how to inflict maximum pain on a new knee-joint. I also got to raid a load of chocolates.

Of course the end of my visit coincided with the rush hour so I got stuck on the fucking motorway again. I would have taken the back roads but I had to drop by Skobieville on the way so there was no alternative. The only thing to do was to sit waiting for the traffic to inch forward. I have become an expert at waiting.

Fuckit. I’m taking tomorrow off.

 

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An expert in the art of waiting — 5 Comments

  1. They do say "Those whom the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad".

     

    Maybe you've pissed off a deity or two, and they're starting slowly with you.

    • \You could have a point there.  I wish they'd hurry up though and get it over with. 

  2. Glad all came out well so far and it's good of you're there to take physical therapy lessons so you can inflict as much pain as possible help your loved one on the road to complete recovery.

    • What amuses me is that the professionals can put her through endless agonies, yet when I try the same procedure I'm told to fuck off [with threats of dire consequences if I don't].  I don't know how I put up with her.  I'm a martyr.

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