This evening Adolf was struck down by an intense guts ache. So intense was it that after two hours he gave up, got dressed and drove down to A & E at North Shore Hospital.
Seeing a sign 'Patient's Car Park' he left his car and spent ten minutes finding a door which would let him into the establishment. Eventually a creature turning up for work was able to wave vaguely in 'that direction' and direct the dying patient to the A & E entrance.
I kid you not. 'What if I die before I get there?' I asked the creature. He had gone. Eventually I found my way to the reception. Some fool asked "Are you right?" I refrained from the usual reply which is "I'm never known to be wrong" and asked instead "No, do I look right?"
A person with a stethoscope then asked a few questions and directed me to take a seat and await a doctor. I asked "Do you know how long I might be waiting?"
''We can't give you a time but it is unlikely you will see a doctor in less than four hours." came the encouraging reply.
One hour and $100 later I was on my way home with an ECG record and a diagnosis of gall bladder issues. That was from the private clinic across the road. They said "You were lucky. Most people have to wait six hours or more."
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