28th July 2018
Kelli’s dad went into hospital last night. Over the last few days they had taken so many blood samples, I expect they wanted to give him some back. We popped in to see him, all hooked up with tubes giving him liquids and antibiotics. Once the infection in his leg responds he will feel a whole lot better, and get back to his normal routine.
The fun started when we tried to find our way out of the hospital. Most places like this are always a maze of corridors that all look the same. I have a reasonable sense of direction, but this time I was stumped. At one time we passed the same chapel of rest twice, and there was no one to ask. We took the decision to follow any exit, which led us past more sick people, more nurses workstations, and more Herman Miller furniture. Eventually a door led to the outside, and we were met by fresh air.
Unfortunately we emerged at the opposite end of the building to where we parked the truck. This meant we had to take the path and overcome the hurdles of the grass irrigation system. We had to get the timing right otherwise the spray would hit the path. It was quite a simple task, just wait until the water moved round, then run on until the next one, and do the same over again. It was hardly a Mission Impossible stunt. ” These shoes are not for running” Kelli complained. So this slowed our rhythm down, and at one point we had to jump into the road to avoid getting soaked.
We found the car park, jumped into the truck, found the dessert that we brought out from our dinner earlier, and headed home.
I had a thought about when the hospital was being built, and how many builders went missing, never to be seen again.
Another Lifetime to go 