a short note for you

A short Note for You This is a little missive written in some haste as we have to go back to hospital for more tests. Only you could get me there and wait 4 hours in a packed waiting room. Time is tough for those who have no private health insurance and most of us have not. I tell you about the inequity of this, but you are not listening just look through magazines like “HALLO” touched by a million sick people. When we finally get to see the specialist, a woman of around 45, I tell her lies about my splendid health, but you are there and tell her the truth. I insist I’m ok and want to go home. Ignored by two women I agree to go back to hospital one more time about a bloody pacemaker, I gruffly leave for a coffee. But I’m glad you are there looking after me, I always knew how much I loved you, as long as you don’t tell me how to drive my car.