After all
this planning what’s just happened? Mummy’s got the date for her hip
replacement and it’s this coming Monday! I don’t believe it! Spent the morning
cancelling all our hotel bookings. I can’t come to East Anglia either, of course,
because I’ll need to be here to visit Mummy. Mummy’s never been in hospital
before and actually, between you and me, I feel a bit sorry for the staff.
She’s insisting on having her op on the NHS because she says she’s never had
anything back for all the money she’s paid in over the years. (That is, except
her special shoes to accommodate her bunions.) But will the NHS be able to cope?
Especially as it’s near breaking point.
I don’t think she has any idea what the food will be like, for instance.
She’s quite capable of throwing a plate of it at whoever’s brought it if it
doesn’t pass muster. OMG! Why doesn’t
she go privately? She can afford it!
I asked her
if she realised that she might be stuck in bed ringing her bell for someone to
come and they just wouldn’t. What would she feel about that? She said she’d let
the staff know that if the service in hospital wasn’t up to scratch there would
be no tip when she left. She seemed to think that would sort everything. I
don’t think I can face this. Will it be Mummy who actually finally breaks the
NHS?!!! Someone pour me a large one. Quick!
