Am I forgotten?

Am I forgotten?

After I had my limb reconstruction surgery, most Monday’s Diane and I would make the 2 hour drive to Kings College Hospital in London.  Every week we would be greeted with the same welcome “you need to go for blood tests and x-ray”.  The blood tests I can handle as you take a numbered ticket and can see where you are in the queue.  Even though I have to wait, I know what is going on.  The x-ray on the other hand, drives me mad.  I have to register my name at reception, Diane finds a stool to put my leg up on and then we wait.  An hour goes by…

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