The sad truth is that when you go into hospital you become somewhat less than a human being. Unless, of course, you are very lucky and find yourself being looked after by staff who are not harassed or bored or indifferent. Nothing terrible happened to blogger Gabriel Smy, but his account of being passed from hand to hand certainly rang a bell with me:
I have not eaten or drunk anything since breakfast and it is two o’clock in the afternoon. I ask the movie doctor for a drink; he goes away and does not come back. I ask a Filipino nurse for a drink and he comes back, not with a drink but a form to sign.
[Via Pete Deveson]