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KD · 22nd November, 2006

Thanks folks

So I finish school and pop home to prepare for the hospital. I have 5 mins and loads of preparation

Clean teeth
Floss teeth
Chew ½ a packet of breath fresheners with deep breaths every 5 or seconds to get the smell into my lungs and circulating around my body.
Suck last ½ packet.
Wipe face, wash hands, comb hair.

And I’m off! Get to hospital. Spend 15 minutes driving around the carpark trying to find a space. Find the receptionist of Maxillofacial Clinic. So pleased about that. I was nervous that I wouldn’t find it and would have to ask someone. I keep wanting to call it the Maxamillion Clinic

Report in and they ask me to wait there. Everyone else gets to sit down in the waiting room. I guess they’ve heard about me

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It’s not that I purposely discharge myself from hospitals, it’s just a misunderstanding.

Take for instance when I had a scan for my gallstones. She said, “right you can get dressed now”

I dressed and came home. It wasn’t until I got home did it suddenly occur to me that they might not have finished with me. I envisaged them standing outside the changing room knocking and calling out “are you alright in there?”

Then there was the time I was called in with a blue light job. Hey….that gets you some attention

They don’t let me go to sleep most of the night and then when I am actually allowed to drop off, they wake me to see if I want a cup of tea and weetabix! Who on earth only eats one weetabix?!!! Now, that’s not practising what they preach. Sleep is supposed to be good for me and aren’t I supposed to have a hearty breakfast? Besides, I had been SSing, and was longing for an excuse to break it with something impressive, but one weetabix…sigh.

Nevertheless, I did as I was told, ate and drunk without moaning and awaited the arrival of the team of doctors. The eventually come. Mutter amongst themselves. Ask each other questions and leave with a quick “goodbye”.

Okay, I’m pretty sure that they haven’t finished their shift, so I guess that means I need to go. So I get dressed and go straight to school in the clothes the ambulance has taken me to the hospital in. Who needs to sign discharge forms when the door is open and waiting for me

I guess that’s why they didn’t let me go alone in the waiting room? Who knows, but it was fun to think that I might have a reputation

I’m rambling again aren’t I?

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KD Cambridge Consultant KD's Profile Albums KD's Photo Gallery Typing Master Champion! Join Date: 22nd July, 2006 Location: Bournemouth Posts: 18,064 Thanks: 167 Thanked 488 Times in 353 Posts Rep Power: 593 Diet: Was Cambridge, now maintaining	Thanks folks So I finish school and pop home to prepare for the hospital. I have 5 mins and loads of preparation Clean teeth Floss teeth Chew ½ a packet of breath fresheners with deep breaths every 5 or seconds to get the smell into my lungs and circulating around my body. Suck last ½ packet. Wipe face, wash hands, comb hair. And I’m off! Get to hospital. Spend 15 minutes driving around the carpark trying to find a space. Find the receptionist of Maxillofacial Clinic. So pleased about that. I was nervous that I wouldn’t find it and would have to ask someone. I keep wanting to call it the Maxamillion Clinic Report in and they ask me to wait there. Everyone else gets to sit down in the waiting room. I guess they’ve heard about me . It’s not that I purposely discharge myself from hospitals, it’s just a misunderstanding. Take for instance when I had a scan for my gallstones. She said, “right you can get dressed now” I dressed and came home. It wasn’t until I got home did it suddenly occur to me that they might not have finished with me. I envisaged them standing outside the changing room knocking and calling out “are you alright in there?” Then there was the time I was called in with a blue light job. Hey….that gets you some attention They don’t let me go to sleep most of the night and then when I am actually allowed to drop off, they wake me to see if I want a cup of tea and weetabix! Who on earth only eats one weetabix?!!! Now, that’s not practising what they preach. Sleep is supposed to be good for me and aren’t I supposed to have a hearty breakfast? Besides, I had been SSing, and was longing for an excuse to break it with something impressive, but one weetabix…sigh. Nevertheless, I did as I was told, ate and drunk without moaning and awaited the arrival of the team of doctors. The eventually come. Mutter amongst themselves. Ask each other questions and leave with a quick “goodbye”. Okay, I’m pretty sure that they haven’t finished their shift, so I guess that means I need to go. So I get dressed and go straight to school in the clothes the ambulance has taken me to the hospital in. Who needs to sign discharge forms when the door is open and waiting for me I guess that’s why they didn’t let me go alone in the waiting room? Who knows, but it was fun to think that I might have a reputation I’m rambling again aren’t I? __________________ Cambridge Consultant Bournemouth