Hospital Day

I barely feel like I have had any sleep when I wake this morning, but I get up and just have coffee for breakfast. I feel like I need all the caffeine's I can get. I book the hostel for another couple of days as i cant see us going anywhere in the near future. I catch a taxi straight up the hospital and go to reception to see if I can find Mark. The place is actually a private clinic, and first impressions are really good.. Mark is on the seventh floor and the nurses desk points me to his room. He is lay in bed watching english telly with all the luxury of being privately treated in the uk apart from hot water. I'm really impressed by how medically clean everything is as well , the nurses always put gloves and masks on and the equipment is pretty advanced as well. Mark is in his element lying back doing what he wants without being nagged by me, and after a couple of hours I head back to the hostel to get a shower and change into some warmer clothes.When I arrive back the women tells me we can't have our room for the next day and that I will have to move into a dorm. This isn't an issue for me, but if Mark gets out he will need the peace and quiet of a private room. I could honestly cry but decide to take a walk down to the Plaza and grab a bite to eat. At times like this I miss the comfort food of home and when I spot The Irish Pub I know where I will be going. When I get in there it is packed as there's football on and I order a vodka and tonic and literally gate crash a table of hippy looking people. They are as crazy as me and when I explain my dilemma they are really sympathetic and buy me another drink . I haven't really drunk on the trip and after 3 I feel a bit boozy, so i order some wonton and they are really good and wash them down with one last drink. My anger has ebbed and I need to keep a clear ish head as I have 2 bags to pack and a hostal to find. I head back and on route go to pick up the washing, hoping that I find it as Mark put it in and his sense of direction I'm surprised he finds his way back. There is a young girl working in here, maybe ten years old and she tells me I will need to come back at 5 , her manner is so special and her customer skills are wonderful always with a big smile. The hard thing is most of these kids will do this for the rest of their lives. I return just after 5 and she hands me my bag of washing once again with a big smile and apologies for it being late, but when I go to pack it, it's not my clothes so once again I go back to see my little friend and by now all she is saying is sorry constantly , I tell her it's no problem and return to restart the packing. I'm pretty much done so call a cab to the hospital. The area it's in is out of the city so I take nothing with me apart from a few quid for the taxi. As I come into the foyer there are two young girls in the reception that look so distressed, one of them can't stop crying so I go over and see if I can help, they are from Belgium but can't get hold of anyone at home as its stupid o'clock in the morning and the insurance is not paying up so the hospital won't release them before they have paid. They have been here since 11 this morning waiting to leave. I really feel for them and tell them if they're still here when I am leaving I will see if I can help and five them both a cuddle. I only spend an hour or so here as Mark is more interested in his telly and agitated he can't go for a fag. He try to creep out with me and I offer to take him in the wheelchair but the nurse strictly says no and tell him he can have one at 10pm out of the window. I tell him I'll cheer him up and go and buy him some chocolate and crisps but it doesn't quite seem to work, and I have a hostal to view. The hospital call me a taxi and I plan to go and view the hostal before I book. The taxi driver drops me off and points backwards but I search for nearly an hour walking up and dow a street that has a pavement big enough for a chiwawa and a road big enough for a smart car. Luckily I survive and the hassle has earnt me a starbucks which I drink walking back to the hostel. My bed is calling.En savoir plus