Friday 28 August 2015

the Hospital at changi

Twice have I been here.

Twice have I seen the same lobby and gotten lost in it. It's shaped a little like a hexagon and so you find yourself wondering whether it is this direction or the other and where is the d*** pharmacy.

It's funny how all the floors look the same. I don't even remember what number it was the last time I was here. It could have been the other side of the lobby. It could have been downstairs.

There's a lounge area here though, with really, really comfortable cushioned seats and air-conditioning and you can kick off your shoes and curl up against the chairs. The other lounge didn't have that. What it had was a row of chairs and two revolving fans that blasted out hot air, and a TV and where visitors had to swelter it out.

It's been a week or so now. So far it has been all tests and more tests, and what it's like is basically someone coming over to say that this test was done and that test was done. This time the assigned bed is near the window, and from the window this is the view.. 



from one big hole in the ground it starts

It's a huge hole they're digging down there, I say. That must be some building coming up.

I look around at the others in the room. Across me is a male filling in a couple of forms. Besides me is someone with a basket of chicken essence that someone brought up. Next to him is a lean-looking, neatly-attired mister sitting quite upright on his chair. I hear oldies music. Someone here has brought a radio.

He'll be here for that op. It's one that has brought about some sort of discussion about instrumentation and raised the differences between GA and LA and whether one should do one or the other, and why, and raised questions whether it can be done in the first place or not and what will happen if it can't and that's how it has been over the last couple of days.