Janet paced the hospital corridor for what seemed like hours. Her beloved husband Fred had been put on the emergency surgery list after a trip to casualty this morning.
The speed with which things had happened was the most worrying thing, as you only had to pick up a paper or switch the news on to see stories about waiting lists and cancelled operations.
Fred had been whisked away on a gurney within ten minutes of the triage nurse shouting for a doctor, he’d been having men’s problems for a few days now, and Janet had put her foot down and insisted on driving him to the local hospital, as he was very distressed.
Eventually the doors to the private area opened and a weary looking surgeon stepped out and headed for Janet.
‘I’m pleased to tell you that the operation was successful. We removed this, so your husband should start to feel much better soon’ said the doctor handing Janet a paper bag. ‘I thought you might like to take it home with you while your husband recovers in here for a few days.
Janet said a quick goodbye to Fred when he was wheeled on to the ward to rest. She headed home to put her feet up to relax for the first time in months. She opened the paper bag and took out the remote control that Fred had had surgically removed from his hand after she’d ‘accidentally’ splashed it with superglue a couple of days earlier. She was just in time for the start of Midsomer Murders weekend on one of the cable channels Fred would never let her watch. And she had perfect peace to watch each and every episode…….
Alysa Ax 