Durlston
"You plonker, Rodney!"
Sitting in a corridor on a hospital bed, it's hard and creaky, in your pocket is cash you've recently drawn out as it's monthly pay day and you picked up a big win on the football from the bookies, you can feel the lump of cash in your pocket. The staff are busy - but not critically as so that they can make a brief friendly joke towards each other.
You've been admitted suddenly. For hemoptisis. It's frightening - now all that paper in your pocket is useless. We're all patients. Worried that something will or has been found. You look up at the screens. All that matters is time and waiting for scans. You're in good hands. Other patients say hello as if they know you but just a friendly word means more than that pile of cash you've earnt that's mainly put you there. "Slow down" were the words. Well now it doesn't matter. We're all the same and the NHS do a bloody good job.
"You can't take it with you" are the words ringing through your head. Should I have pampered myself by going private? Well, everything may be quicker but that's about it. We are all patients in whatever hospital and there's a feeling of empathy towards others.
I'll wait my turn. It may not feel like it but the staff are working their guts out. Respect and dignity to them all. A charity box that is safely secure as you leave hospital is in view. A couple of twenty pound notes are inserted. Safe in the knowledge that the money is anonymous and not known who donated.
I love the NHS and they're brilliant at what they do.
You've been admitted suddenly. For hemoptisis. It's frightening - now all that paper in your pocket is useless. We're all patients. Worried that something will or has been found. You look up at the screens. All that matters is time and waiting for scans. You're in good hands. Other patients say hello as if they know you but just a friendly word means more than that pile of cash you've earnt that's mainly put you there. "Slow down" were the words. Well now it doesn't matter. We're all the same and the NHS do a bloody good job.
"You can't take it with you" are the words ringing through your head. Should I have pampered myself by going private? Well, everything may be quicker but that's about it. We are all patients in whatever hospital and there's a feeling of empathy towards others.
I'll wait my turn. It may not feel like it but the staff are working their guts out. Respect and dignity to them all. A charity box that is safely secure as you leave hospital is in view. A couple of twenty pound notes are inserted. Safe in the knowledge that the money is anonymous and not known who donated.
I love the NHS and they're brilliant at what they do.