The phones rang last evening. It is a call from the hospital.
'Hello, can I speak to Ingrid' the girl say.
Ingrid answers, ' Yes, this is Ingrid'
'Your appointment is on the aith at 12.15' she say.
'Sorry? Eighty what?' clearly, Ingrid did not get a word of what she said.
'No! No! your appointment with the doctor is on the aith at 12.15', she explains.
And I am standing there, prompting Ingrid with charades
likes moves, that she means the eighth! Who are these people who get on phones. Do they use drones, to speak with us?
Ok, on the eighth. Got it! Quarter
past twelve, right? Ingrid reconfirms.
'No…at 12.15!' she insists.
'Yes, Quarter past twelve' say Ingrid calmly.
'Wait..ah….............six, seven...Yes!' she says with relief.
I could picture this lady or girl, writing it down on paper just to work out if a quarter of an hour was the same as the 15!
Apparently, the procedure is that, Ingrid has to go for her ultrasound scan first, and then the consultation with the doctor. Hope, this time they really do it and give me
a picture, and put my mind to rest.
I need to see what’s coming. Please!
I need to see what’s coming. Please!
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