The English Patient

Well, yes I have had to be patient with the patients.

After the wedding celebrations, some of us found that we had lowered our immunity considerably and so it was that I spent a lot of time sitting in doctor/ clinic and hospital waiting rooms while everyone tried to decide whether Darling d had appendicitis...or just an enormous hangover.

Apart from Naomi Campbell, she must have the most photographed body on earth...but on the inside. She had ultrasound and was bombarded with x-rays, which were still not conclusive. She seems all right now though, so it must have just been a gastro bug. The French medical system is slow but thorough and she staggered off to university with a giant bag of medicine.

While we were at the hospital, a clown arrived in the emergency waiting room in full regalia, but with a doctors bag as well. He prescribed a red nose and applied it directly to Darling d's face. I told him that we had just been to a wedding of a clown and asked if he knew her. This seemed to perturb him and he made off quickly...

No sooner did I lose one patient, when illness struck once more. This time it was Mysweet with back pain so intense that the poor dear was unable to stand up straight. We got him into the car with great difficulty because he was fixed in an unmovable position, or rather when he did change position even slightly it was accompanied by screams. We prised him out onto a trolley which I accompanied to the very familiar waiting room.

The clown was lurking by the reception desk, but for some reason he ran for it when he saw me...

UPDATE...Mysweet is expecting to come home on Saturday, and is feeling much better.