Hospital Workers

Hospital workers It has been another busy day a lot of driving the destination is yet another hospital that smells of despair. Busy fat auxiliary nurse, you can hear the friction of sweaty thighs and the smell of their s. I’m not surprised the canteen sell mostly sweet cakes and drinks and low paid, they have no other chances. The doctors are mostly good at their trade, but some of them would be happier as car mechanics, if it hadn´t been for pushy mothers wanting a son with a title. They are jolly, the nurses on a sugar high, I think. I sit in the waiting room, the endless waiting for more tests. My doctor is female, she talks to me softly, but there is steel in her voice, telling me what to do and eat. After a shouting match I lost, I gave her one of my books. Mollified, she forgave my outburst. Yes, she is an angel.