Wednesday 31st October
Hi,
We got up early and after a coffee we took Sami’s temperature which was 37.55, this told us that she probably wouldn’t give birth today, in any case, we had left Victor at home, fully briefed both with how to handle the delivery of a litter of Yorkie puppies and who to call for expert help. Once all that was sorted we made a beeline for the bar restaurant.
After putting out all the tables and chairs on the bar terrace with Olivia and cleaning the bar ready for Eli to open up for restaurant later in the day, the time was 7:30am.- Time to set off for Hospital Civil in Malaga City.
I was supposed to have “nil by mouth” this morning so as to be prepared for whatever tests the neurosurgeon might want to make on me, but we decided to stop at the services on the E-15 motorway and went into the bar restaurant to have a quick coffee. Surely one little coffee wouldn’t affect any test results?
When we arrived at the hospital there were tons of cars fighting for very few parking spaces. We have a Mitsubishi Jeep and it does have its advantages. I simply slipped it into low gear and drove up a steep bank, parking the car there at a precarious angle.
We left the car and as we were walking towards the main entrance, I gave Eli a quick ring to remind her that she’d be opening the bar restaurant on her tod this morning. She was half asleep when she answered her phone, but she thanked me for reminding her about the bar and then I guess she went straight back to sleep again.
On arriving at the Pain Clinic we were confronted by a large crowd of people doing as we were, waiting to be seen by a neurosurgeon. I used my fold up sun-lounger and spent an hour doing sudoku puzzles between dosing off into wonderful catnaps.
Eventual after about an hour, people stated to be called in to see their specialists. It was a great relief to see that out of every four people waiting only one was an out-patient and the other three or four people were just part of the normal Adalusian support pack. It’s not unusual in an Adalucsian hospital ward for a patient to have 10-12 visitors in the ward all at the same time.
At about this time; an hour after our arrival a nurse came out and thrust a set of papers into my hand asking me to. “Sign here.” After signing them, she directed us to another part of the hospital, which was where the actual skilled staff were going to see me. Getting from where we had been administratively processed, to where I was going to be sorted-out, was a job for a MENSA student. I won’t bore you by describing the whole journey, suffice it to say that we had to go up in one lift walk what seemed like a mile and then descend in another lift to get to our correct location, it was not unlike being in Hampton Court maze, but built in three dimensions instead of just two.
Now that we had arrived at he sharp end of the “Clinica de Dolor”, we made another quick call to our bar restaurant to check that our staff had arrived and that there were no problems in the bar and fortunately there weren’t.
I was called in without delay and asked by a nurse to take all my clothes off, barring my “slip” and then put on a pink gown, green plastic shoes and a green plastic hat, not that dissimilar to my normal attire. The comedy didn’t last long, as they called me in and asked me to lay face down on a gurney, which was surrounded by expensive looking scanning equipment. There was a team of specialists around me, just like you see on the telly. They were scanning and monitoring as a female neurosurgeon pushed her hypodermic deep into my spine. The expansive team were using loads of expensive equipment to tell here exactly where to locate her needle; this was a little bit painful, but it was nothing to the surge of pain caused once she had the needle precisely in place and started pumping fluid into my spine. I counteracted the pain by chanting the Buddhist mantra; “Nam Myoho Renge kyo”. The chanting really helps and if any readers would like to know more please don’t hesitate to contact me and I’ll be only to please to elucidate.
All that completed, I was out in a jiff, a bit dizzy and a bit woozy, but out and free again! I really wanted to try and meet our architect who had done such a good job on our bar restaurant recently (Ildefonso Perez ), so I gave him a quick ring hoping that he would have time to meet with us prior to his shooting off to Granada, a mission that he had previously told me about. We were in luck and he said he’d be able to meet us in the bar right opposite “La Rosaleda.” So we finished off the unpleasant hospital trip with a very nice Spanish breakfast in a lovely bar Maleguena with our good friend and architect Ildefonso.
(If you are looking for a really brilliant architect who is bi-lingual and will convert your house or build you a new one, together with all the correct legal papers; please email me through my website for more details).
Cheers
Graham
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