100WC Week 5 - Hospital Food

Lumpy, springy bed, aching, tired feet. My fear of hospitals goes to back my childhood, not sure why maybe the thought of the cold, eerie corridors, or maybe all the coughing, spluttering sick people you always associate with them.

As I wait to be discharged I can hear behind the curtain, an elderly lady jabbering away. Moaning about something or other flittering between subjects, and then returning to the TV, something must’ve caught her attention, quiet resumes.

As I collect my bag I hear one final whip from the impatient patient

“Nurse, the custard tasted like wallpaper paste.”

I smiled, I enjoyed mine.