Mislaid
The hospital has lost my missus.
I don’t know whether it was by accident or design. She can be a bit of a handful if she isn’t happy, and hospitals do not make her happy. I don’t blame her for being unhappy nor do I blame them for losing her.
I checked our insurance and it covers a lot [including getting pregnant! At my age?] but there is nothing in there about compensation for mislaying someone. Bugger!
Phoning the hospital requires a lot of patience [pun intended]. Basically there are two responses – either the phone is engaged or else they don’t answer it. Fortunately they don’t have any of those blindingly irritating recorded messages [your call is important to us!] or menus. If I had to repeatedly listen to background music while I waited I would, by now be running naked through the hedges screaming that there’s a Greensleeves chasing me. I must be thankful for small mercies.
On one of my rare successful chats with them they kindly gave me the ward number which gave a slightly better chance of being answered. I got through to a nurse this morning [on the fifth try] and she said yes, that they did have her but she’s gone. I asked where and she said she didn’t know. She sounded embarrassed, but I think there was a touch of relief in her voice. I told her I understood.
I suppose I had better return to my quest of getting through to the main number again.
If friends ask how she is and I reply that I have lost her they are going to jump to the wrong conclusion and sympathise.
I don’t know what they’ll say if I say that the hospital has lost her.
Maybe mislaid is a better word?
Well now. After all my years dealing with hospitals, when we [my sister and I] were taking care of both our elderly parents, I can honestly say I've experienced a number of weird goings-on. However, no hospital had ever "lost" either one of my parents. In fact, they seemed to delight in letting us know exactly where they were and, "When are you going to pick them up?".
Oh dear. So they seem to have lost Herself? Well, let's hope she is found safe and sound. However, if find a taxi pulling up to the manor and the driver pounding on your door asking if you'd help her out of the car…don't be surprised.
She has been found again. Someone shifted her to another ward without telling anyone. This is perfectly understandable as a whole day of her complaints about food and the like would wear any ward staff. That makes it three wards she has been thrown out of.
I'm glad there was nothing more sinister than incompetence/half-wittedness.
All the best to thee & thine on this glorious Saturday – such a waste from the point of view a keen landscape & wildlife photographer (how many photos of snoozing cats can you take before it becomes a tad monotonous?)
If you do get pregnant, it was not me. I’ve had the ol’ snip and tie. But I’d be happy to help buy diapers.
Don't worry. I had my menopause many years ago.