Now That's Just Sad.

As mentioned my father was re-admitted to hospital yesterday.

This is not serious. To the point I don't think it's worth impinging on his confidentiality over.

However he was admitted through the Emergency Department. For a minimally invasive procedure.

Due to the infection risk it was decided this was best done in a sterile surgical suite. An Emergency surgical suite.

At time of night everything in a hospital starts with the word; "Emergency."

I'm not joking. During the day that exact same room is known as; "The Day Surgery Centre."

This whole process would certainly fit the definition of; "Chaotic."

To the point that at the start of the procedure. They didn't actually know which ward he was going to be transferred to.

So visiting him today I had to start at the Emergency Department.

Perhaps beginning to realise. The extent to which they are f'cked. They'd kept out of the computer system. Presumably out of the reach of hackers.

This prompted something of a lengthy game of;

"Based on past experience. Where would a patient like this normally end up?"

"Can we rule out Paediatrics? Maternity?"

Eventually the found him in Fairfield 1.

Surely it would be a lot easier.

To just tap the ball into that wide, open goal.