Maisie is in hospital after having a bit of a fall. She’ll be OK but the doctors are keeping an eye on her for a few days because she banged her head. She gets regular visits from the doctor and his team to ask her a series of questions to make sure the knock to her head didn’t affect her memory. We were in A&E for over twenty four hours waiting for a bed.
- Good morning Margaret and how are you?
- You can call me Maisie, only my poor mother called me Margaret, lord rest her
- So how are we feeling this morning?
- Well, I’m grand, considering I never got a wink of sleep, there’s nothing but winos and junkies causing commotion all night and there’s hardly any staff on duty…and how are you?
- Fine…fine…I’m fine. So, I have the results of your X ray and everything seems fine
- So, can I go home ?
- No, I’m sorry, we’ll be holding on to you for a few days Marg…em Maisie
- Oh so you have a bed for me then?
- Not yet, soon
- You said that last night son, and I’ll tell you this for nothing, I’m not spending another night on this bloody trolley on a corridor for every passerby to gawp at
- I’m sorry, but we’re very busy and…
- Would you allow your mother spend a night in this place?
- Well, I wouldn’t like to, no
- Well there you go. If it’s not good enough for your mother, why should it be good enough for me?
- Emmm, I just wanted to ask you a few questions if that’s ok
- More questions?
- It won’t take long
- You asked me loads of questions when I got here, and your friend asked me the same ones again at ten o’clock last night. Do you not tell each other anything in this place?
- I need to ask again I’m sorry. We need to make sure…
- …that I haven’t lost me marbles…yeah yeah
- No, it’s not that, it’s…
- Oh just ask me for Gods sake
- Do you know what day it is today?
- Well, I was brought in on Monday, I’m still on a trolley in A&E waiting for a bed, so it must be….Friday?
- It’s Tuesday
- Is that all? It feels longer, these bloody trolleys would kill your back
- Can you tell me what year it is?
- Well it feels like 1974 and I’m in an episode of M.A.S.H but rumour has it it’s 2018
- Do you know who the President is?
- Why? Is he looking for a bed?
- No no no, I just need to know if you can tell me his name
- Just as well, he’d be a long time waiting
- His name?
- Oh is it not Mary McAleese anymore?
- No, I’m afraid not
- Mary Robinson?
- he was before Mary McAleese
- Very good doctor, and who was before her?
- I’m meant to be asking you the questions
- Aww do you not know the answer..it’s Patrick Hillery
- ….
- What are you looking at me like that for?Patrick Hillery was so the president before Mary Robinson, and O’Dálaigh was before him
- But who is the president now?
- Michael D is of course…well he was before I checked in to this place. They could have had another election the length of time I’m lying here waiting for a bed
- Yes, it is still Michael D
- Lovely man, and his wife is lovely too; what’s her name again? Sabrina, isn’t it?
- Sabina
- That’s it, Sabina; She must’ve dropped the ‘R’. Sabrina isn’t very presidents wife is it?
- Can you remember what year you were born?
- I can
- Can you tell me?
- No
- So you can’t remember?
- Yes I can but I’m not telling you
- But…
- I told you yesterday, and I told your colleague last night…a ladies age is her own business and nothing to do with you so don’t ask me again, now feck off with your questions
- I’ve just a few more….
- I’ve a question for you doctor
- Yes?
- When am I getting a bed?
- I don’t actually know yet Marg…Maisie
- Well, I’ll tell you what; When you have the answer to that one, come back to me
- I’ll see what I can do
- Bye now
- I’ll come back later
- Well, only if it’s to tell me you either have a bed for me or I can go home
- But…
- But nothing, and tell that nurse to bring me a cup of tea. I’m bloody parching
I’m surprised they gave her a bed at all :p
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