Hospital Appointment

 A wee trip back to the fracture clinic resulted in my having my right hand in a cast. I,m sore miffed! Had this been done when I received the injury I wouldnt have wasted two weeks in silly strapping and my thumb would,ve been more comfy. But what can you do. My brother was telling me about an appointment he had at  Antrim Area Hospital for kidney probs. He was required  to drink two litres of water on the morning of the tests and complied. On reaching his car he discovered the battery was flat so  decided to go on his scooter. One mile down the road it started to rain/pour. I should at this point remind you of the extremely full bladder and the effect running water and road vibration  would have upon it. So here's our chap, racing along on a scooter, in the pouring rain, , feeling every bump in the road, bursting. Needless to say he arrived at the hospital in some considerable  distress whereupon some more distress was encountered in trying to find a parking spot (still in the pouring rain, still bursting). Finally reaching reception, soggy letter in hand, he was told to take a seat in the waiting room. He was sat there doing his best, amid the usual collection of humankind, to keep control of his aching bladder and prevent a catastrophic event when along comes a wee  woman with a large bucket of water and a mop. She begins washing some sticky mess off the floor, sloshing the water around, dunking the mop in and out the bucket, slapping it down, rinsing it out, slapping it down again, you know how it goes. Meanwhile he's sitting there with his legs wrapped round each other, face like a ripe tomato, nearly crying . Finally, tears in his eyes, knees locked tightly together, bent two double, he managed to make his way back to reception and persuade a  sympathetic member of staff that if relief was not found immediately the floor would be requiring  a lot more attention!   I believe things were  expedited  to some extent, but to use his own words anyone who rides a scooter on a mission like that, on a day like that should be certified. My great grannie was fond of saying --your bladder (pronounced bleather) your bleather's near your eye, I guess his was that day.