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DURING THIS VISIT I am a layman laid up with a very dodgy ankle that winced about Paris for almost a week with every footaghhhhhhhfall. Now it's the A&E; for me. The electronic noticeboard flashes up its what nots faster than I can scan. I barely catch CQC Good( shadow )Rating. Two wheelchairs (peopleless) chat about the this of that typical wheelchair chit-chat. A portable X-ray machine pretends to be a giraffe. "oooooOOOOK...we are going to get Geoff the Giraffe to have a look at that!" The child smiles through the pain. The screen peppers me with possibilities. Extremely likely? Neither Likely nor Unlikely? Etc., etc., etc. My mind opts for a simple I Don't Know. "Breast." says the screen." "Max Fax & Orthodontics." "Re-hab shouldn't be boring!" A questionnaire asks me to think. Big mistake. I start to think. Pain & Boredom turns these hospitalised facts ( what ever they mean? ) into a something only my brain can understand. "And now, straight in at No.! with a fantastic new single it's... ...Max Fax & The Orthodontics with the glorious bouncy BREAST!" "MORTALITY by The Upper Quartile falls down one place to No. 2!" My shadow is feeling very poorly at this instant in time. Hasn't even bothered to turn up. There goes my good (shadow)rating. I think I'll switch to silhouette instead. I practice my Ogham. SAT 4 APRIL says the clock. It's hands joined together in prayer. I switch off my mind & float down stream.
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
WE WOULD LIKE YOU TO THINK ABOUT YOUR EXPERIENCE IN THE A&E DEPARTMENT
DURING THIS VISIT I am a layman laid up with a very dodgy ankle that winced about Paris for almost a week with every footaghhhhhhhfall. Now it's the A&E; for me. The electronic noticeboard flashes up its what nots faster than I can scan. I barely catch CQC Good( shadow )Rating. Two wheelchairs (peopleless) chat about the this of that typical wheelchair chit-chat. A portable X-ray machine pretends to be a giraffe. "oooooOOOOK...we are going to get Geoff the Giraffe to have a look at that!" The child smiles through the pain. The screen peppers me with possibilities. Extremely likely? Neither Likely nor Unlikely? Etc., etc., etc. My mind opts for a simple I Don't Know. "Breast." says the screen." "Max Fax & Orthodontics." "Re-hab shouldn't be boring!" A questionnaire asks me to think. Big mistake. I start to think. Pain & Boredom turns these hospitalised facts ( what ever they mean? ) into a something only my brain can understand. "And now, straight in at No.! with a fantastic new single it's... ...Max Fax & The Orthodontics with the glorious bouncy BREAST!" "MORTALITY by The Upper Quartile falls down one place to No. 2!" My shadow is feeling very poorly at this instant in time. Hasn't even bothered to turn up. There goes my good (shadow)rating. I think I'll switch to silhouette instead. I practice my Ogham. SAT 4 APRIL says the clock. It's hands joined together in prayer. I switch off my mind & float down stream.
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
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