Few people like  hospitals, I am one of those people.
  
 I felt guilty  for wanting a parking space close to the entrance, seeing as though I was not  going for an emergency and was still able to drive  myself.
  
 I felt guilty  for being there entirely, seeing as though some people had bloodied heads and  looked like they needed immediate attention.
  
 And  in the end, I felt a little stupid, seeing as though the doctor giggled at me,  because of the nature of my visit. (The monkey  bite)
  
 You  try telling somebody the following with a straight  face:
 "I  got bitten by a monkey." 
 Even better is when they ask you where you got bitten  and you show them the little scrape on your finger...at least I brightened up  the casualty departments' day
  
 Better safe than sorry, though, I don't want to die,  because I was stupid or neglegant. I want to die for a decent reason at least.  
 I  know it soudns a little depressing, but that is how I see  it!
  
 
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