Bed Waiting

Inane drivel invading my head,
Waiting for a hospital bed –
Eleven hours, the TV so loud,
So ridiculously high up the wall
Impossible for all
But a giraffe to watch said TV.
Many people coming and going,
All in distress, all with no choice
But to wait till late
In the hope of being seen.

In the midst of this chaos
A man comes in,
Plugs his phone in the wall
And in front of us all
Is selling phones on the NHS
Explaining tariffs and options,
Unconcerned at unethically
Using NHS electricity
To run his mobile operation –
Perhaps he’s in the right place after all!

I report it so staff
Can eject this riff-raff,
But just then he moves on,
I can only assume
To a quieter room!
After a very long wait
Our vigil is ended,
And Hubby’s surrendered to a bed.
Walking the corridors late at night
Is eerie,
My eyes are bleary
And I’ve yet to drive home.

NHS chaos
Seen at first hand:
The care is amazing,
The treatment is fine
But the real Frankenstein
Is bed waiting.

Wordz2Go Oct 2016

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2 thoughts on “Bed Waiting

  1. this is the time that you dread , while waiting for an empty bed
    with the nurses running around and no help to be found and
    being ignored like a piece of wood that has no purpose and is not too good.
    then you hear your name being called and it’s at the end of the hall
    when you get there they say you’re too late and again you’ll have to wait.
    finally a bed is ready and your head is mighty heavy , as you lay it on the pillow
    for a good nights rest, they done their part , they done their best.

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