tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869933.post6864519299877364559..comments2022-11-09T10:47:03.162+00:00Comments on Green Ideas: At the hospital...Botogolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17024057489361848870noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869933.post-21091156607244537302010-10-26T12:50:43.381+01:002010-10-26T12:50:43.381+01:00all I can say is that you're a very lucky man,...all I can say is that you're a very lucky man, if it's that simple!<br /><br />(-:english inukshukhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11837926498247135299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869933.post-4947507751310943712010-10-26T12:44:35.306+01:002010-10-26T12:44:35.306+01:00who shoudl go ? ah now, all was explained in the p...who shoudl go ? ah now, all was explained in the post . . . . mrs B was in her night clothes, while i was still up and dressed.. so there wasn't really much discussion needed.Botogolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17024057489361848870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869933.post-17260235633967949932010-10-26T12:35:50.304+01:002010-10-26T12:35:50.304+01:00oh yes. . .
been there (well, a different hospita...<b>oh yes</b>. . .<br /><br />been there (well, a different hospital on a few occasions, but the WM on one), done that<br /><br />which begs the question how did Mrs B gets <i>you</i> to go, when whenever it was I was a married sort it was <i>I</i> who had to go? or, perhaps that one's better not answered. . .<br /><br />the way to get to the head of the queue (as I found out last autumn with my Number One Prodgeny) is to have said "child" vomit spectacuarly over the first admin person you see (well, against the glass screen between your good selves and such a person) and then again over the first triage nurse and then again all over the cubicle in which you're sitting whilst waiting to see the first doctor person<br /><br />if you manage to have your child vomit over the very seat that the doctor would have sat on, then the doctor hurries you/your child into the actual part of the hospital A&E department that has beds<br /><br />result!<br /><br />then, seeing as said "child" is a 16-year old man-boy, 6'3" and built like the proverbial house, you can spend the next four hours listening to the various "experts" debate whether he has the physiology of an actual child or an adult<br /><br />the result will be that the case is that depite his size, he will have the physiology of a child until he's 25, so then they decide that they actually need to relocate you to a different hospital with a paediatric unit and paediatric specialists. . .<br /><br />. . .by this time you do indeed wish that you'd had change for the coffee machine. . .<br /><br />. . .and your 6'3" man-boy (having been whisked thru London in an ambulance with the blue lights blazing) is then admitted to said play area with small and babyish toys<br /><br />I won't bore you with the rest of it, but I do feel your pain Mr B<br /><br />what amazes me is that there doesn't actually seem to be an understood and universally acknowledged approach to the treatment of teens in A&E<br /><br />bear this in mind for when the smaller Botogols grow up a little!<br /><br />(oops - sorry, bit of a rant there!)english inukshukhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11837926498247135299noreply@blogger.com