For the love of Wombats...

I'm taking a sabbatical from the usual business and have found myself in the spider web of the hotel and restuarant maze.
You could say that I've been promoted into a job. Mr Eriksson felt it was time to cut a wage and start paying back for the pavlovas that got us into a wee debt. No biggy, just some guys came and took the TV set, some tools and my made in China tea set.You can see them in a window display downtown next to some HI-FI gear, bit of a mish mash display and someone should really see to the lighting...why those people who took the TV and the China tea set would want to display it is beyond my understanding. Any hur...you know what they say, pav's will tear us apart.

My dear friend Anna broke her leg the other day falling out of bed, what a lush. We spent the day and night stalking the medical staff and aghast that we were pushed in with the rest of the Geros, not exactly Grey's Anatomy but more like the movie, Cocoon, the armagedeon. (Geriatrics, in case Mr Eriksson reads this).
After much deliberation over drugs of choice that Anna and I preferred for pain killers, X-ray opinions and information from doctors and interns who have no relationship to the human condition but know everything about orthepedics, Anna finally got an operation...36 hours later.

The frumpy occupational therapist came by and took a seat for a chat with Anna who had just woken from her Pedro Almadova like coma from Talk to Her after the operation.
" Hej, Anna, hur mår du?"
Anna grovels out something like, " for fucks sake...where's the pain relief..."
I jump up at once demanding some service for my friend. I get blank looks and a fart from one of the geros in the corner. That's service for you.
Mean while, Anna is propped up on the pillows trying to look coherent but really looks like a fucked up cocatoo ( Aussie bird, family of parrot), Poor possum...
The frumpy therapist offers anything to make Anna comfortable and has a chat about preparing to return home...
" Är det någonting du behöver?"
"Can you get me a wheel chair?"
"Inte möjligt, tvärrrrr.Men du får en rucksack att bära grejer i..."
"No... I need a wheel chair to be mobile in...I can't have crutches..."
My friend is pleading weakly after still having the anethestic weaning off slowly.

Frumpy lady gets up to go, taking her clip board with her and wishing Anna all the best with her broken leg and crutches, her single motherhood, bills to pay, part time job she can't do because she needs a wheel chair, plus the laundry, the dishes, the idea of how to have a decent wash with a plaster on your foot,doing the food shopping and being stranded from public transport for six weeks.
"Trevlig sommar och bara ring om du behöver någonting" She said and waddled off into the sunset.


Eller fucking hur?