Nov 5,2015
"Gut en Morgen", Loud voice, neon hum, Blazing light reflected of of the pure white eating.. After
spending a large part at the night awake listening to neighbours snoring, and visits to the bathroom, and
the painkiller pumping machine sounding malfunction alarms at three in the morning, this
is an affront, a disaster, interruptio somnabilis, or some such.
Young endearing nurse with a big smile and a really happy expression. The sweet young
thing is a sadist, obviously. Blood pressure robots get attached to the arms, buttons are pressed, they inflate their little balloons. Then the thermometers are pushed into the patient patients' ears. All is well, all is normal.
She leaves and the breakfast arrives, two slices of bread, some cheese and sausage, a small thing
full of jam. And- a pot of coffee.
The neighbour goes short, he is to be operated on
again.. No breakfast.
The doctor's swarm the ward, coming glancing
professionally and leaving. One stays, to complain
about to the orthopaedic mechanic about the functionality of the plastic splint that he has made.
Off to the workshop, make adjustments.
Go home this morning, when all is done.
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