It’s been a little while since any of my children felt the urge to throw them self upon an object with the intent of going to hospital.
A fact for which I am quite grateful.
Yesterday, however, Taylah decided it had been far too long between doctors visits, and concluded that propelling herself off her rip stick, and on to her arm, was the quickest way to remedy that.
Her timing, of course, was impeccable.
It’s Ava’s 4th birthday today and my night was already looking busy enough, with cake and present preparations, so why not throw in what might, or might not be, a totally pointless trip to the hospital?
(My eldest has a flair for the dramatic. I have no idea where she gets that from…)
Boatman, ever the optimist, and wonderfully supportive blogging husband that he is, found the lining in this ominous looking cloud.
He knows me so well. 🙂
So off we set for our first official visit to Port Lincoln Hospital, me envisioning all the possibilities for real life hospital drama, Taylah just hoping for pain relief.
Would it be possible that Doctor Greg had somehow transferred down here?
Would there be some suitably un-loved up female doctor to catch his attention?
Would we hear the inner workings of dramatic love life’s, from the local McDreamy and Meredith?
Instead I think we were featured on an episode of ‘Welcome to the country.’
If that show actually exists.
The first thing I noticed, after a very relaxed triage system in which the nurse looked surprised to see people, was a sign, placed, I’m sure, entirely for my benefit.
There would be no repeat love montages this time.
As for people to photograph, who might be of some interest to me blogging wise, well that was questionable. There were the two small children behind me, whom I was actually scared to look at. Between growling at each other, fake burping and coughing right over the back of my seat, I was slightly concerned I would end up with vomit all down the back of my cosy crows jumper.
Thankfully they were moved on before I needed a change of clothes.
Then there was the questionable trolley guy. He did look suitably sketchy enough for a photo, but that’s to be expected when you have a moustache, and push a trolley around with large white bags. #justsaying
I also discovered a rather interesting assortment of doctors.
One Middle Aged gentleman with a kindly face and, what I assume, would be a lovely bed side manner, emerged out of the doctors only area in a driza-bone coat. No idea why you would wear that in a hospital. Unless perhaps he was catching babies?
He was followed shortly after by a slightly younger guy wearing a blue jumper with tweed elbow patches, and a golf cap. He looked oddly familiar, and then I realised where I knew him from.
He was the physical form of Jon if ever I’ve seen him.
Then there was x-ray lady. She was reasonably normal, although she kept looking at me like I was the sketchy trolley guy.
Well to be honest, everyone looked at me like that. Maybe it’s because I was typing away after any brief glance in someone’s direction.
I’d probably think I was sketchy too.
Then came a very lovely looking family, whom I would have no concerns with bumping into in a dark alley late at night. (I’m being nice in case they stumble upon this.) They used exactly the correct volume when speaking, and did not appear to be constantly swallowing big balls of phlegm.
Like I said.
Welcome to the Country.
There was nothing Grey’s like about any of them. Not even the Steve Zahn look-alike, who walked past pushing an empty pram.
With this, exact expression.
Eventually we were seen by two doctors. One who looked about 12, and another who asked Taylah if she had learnt to salsa. Which is possibly the closest we were going to get to an episode of Grey’s Anatomy, because of that one episode where there was a ballerina who was maybe going to get his leg amputated.
Dr Dougie Howser and Dr Talking about Latin dances with a decidedly British accent, agreed that the arm isn’t dislocated, but we need to go back today for an x-ray. Because of course it was after 8 o clock, x-ray lady had left, and this is the country.
So today we shall have presents, and cake, along with x-ray’s and doctors.
Which, when you come to think of it, does sound kind of a lot like Grey’s Anatomy.
Just, you know, in the country 😉
Had any Medical Drama Show experiences lately?