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shewhomustAt the hospital this afternoon for a routine eye scan, without even the slightest anxiety that it might turn up something unpleasant, since I'd been thoroughly probed and prodded for the eye operation a mere ten days ago.
The waiting area is between Eyes and Orthodontics, and serves both departments; and for some reason neither of them want patients to check in at Reception first. So there's a room full of people waiting to be called, and slightly nervous that since they haven't told anyone they are here, they will be overlooked, forgotten, declared missing...
Every now and then a nurse emerges from one of the doors and asks "Is anyone here waiting for Mr So-and-so's clinic?" Naturally, noone knows whose clinic they are waiting for. So people wave their appointment letters at her, and she explains that, having emerged from these doors over here on the right, she's from Orthodonics, and they will be called from the passage on the left: "The girls from Eyes come from the other side."
As surrealist poetry, this can't be faulted; as a way to engage with the public it could probably be improved.
The waiting area is between Eyes and Orthodontics, and serves both departments; and for some reason neither of them want patients to check in at Reception first. So there's a room full of people waiting to be called, and slightly nervous that since they haven't told anyone they are here, they will be overlooked, forgotten, declared missing...
Every now and then a nurse emerges from one of the doors and asks "Is anyone here waiting for Mr So-and-so's clinic?" Naturally, noone knows whose clinic they are waiting for. So people wave their appointment letters at her, and she explains that, having emerged from these doors over here on the right, she's from Orthodonics, and they will be called from the passage on the left: "The girls from Eyes come from the other side."
As surrealist poetry, this can't be faulted; as a way to engage with the public it could probably be improved.
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Date: 2016-02-11 09:53 pm (UTC)Long live Futurism.
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Date: 2016-02-12 01:48 am (UTC)This piece of surrealist pottery (sorry, Mollberg Speak emerging but it's two thirty in the morning and I can't sleep due to my Kafkaesk existence;) invariably reminds me of having almost accidentally been operated for the wrong thing twice; once in Sweden when I almost got my nose missing at having my (then) Dumbo ears flattened against the skull so I'd look less like Yoda (Wise) and less like me who somewhat later, namely in Berlin, at having my left foot cut to pièces for the fifth or so time (and everytime the doctors forget some scissors Inside of it, it's truly annoying for then they need the scissors to cut it up again later to take the scissors out, etc.) and the (cute!) Young doc suggested I be not me but another (cute&younger!) woman whose entire leg had to be cut up but I insisted, deeply drugged at being rolled about on the slaughter-bench by said Young man on being me and got the compliment of his doubt as he insisted I can't be my age but rather that of the other woman and then we talked the advantages and drawbacks of marriage til he put something into my fifth cocktail "you can't still be around, that would kill a horse" (I blame my addiction to wine;) and then I woke up with one Borg item less in my leftover foot which is always so refreshing if only it hadn't been for the green streptocookies but they were duly abolished and, I hope, exterminated later while I still live and, if not prosper, am equipped with two feet I can walk on which ain't too bad.
I almost said WATCH OUT at the Eyes Department but then thought better of it as it might be considered in bad M. S. taste considering all so am now off to try to sleep my own Catch 22 moment full of the deeper meaning of liff off because tomorrow I'm off to learn French grammar so I souhaite you bien, so to speak and do keep an Eye on the people dressed in white robes...who knows, what they're really up to! "Best wishes", isn't that what one says over in (or is it "on" or "one" as you are after all, an island people) perfidious Albion? The things one has to listen to before the ears fall off, to quote Pippi Longstocking! Yes, yes, I'm really sleeping and shutting up by now...;=)
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Date: 2016-02-12 12:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-02-12 04:37 pm (UTC)Haha, this made me laugh!
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Date: 2016-02-12 08:14 pm (UTC)I hope it didn't give you nightmares.
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Date: 2016-02-12 08:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-02-13 07:54 am (UTC)...Without any predatory grin because how could a bore...