I have in the past few weeks become a professional “waiter” and now I am truly becoming accustomed to the meaning of the word “patient”. Something I never used to be good at but with plenty of practice recently I reckon it should become an event at the 2012 Olympics and I could be in with a chance of claiming a gold medal.

My ultrasound scan is behind schedule and I am worried about being stranded here till 6pm or worse. I sometimes break out in a cold sweat at the prospect of spending another night in a hospital bed enduring the constant howling of patients needing another bedpan or for their clothes to be changed after they have puked all over them, for the third time. Apologies for the graphic description but, well, that’s what happens in Hospitals!

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