Be Careful What You Wish For...

I often wish I could be somebody else for the day. Well, you've had a taster of my life, wouldn't you want a break from it now and again?

Today, my wish came true...

Dread and apprehension bounced and lurched through my stomach as I awaited my appointment in our local hospital's eye casualty. Eventually, my name was called by an Asian doctor. The fact that she has an Asian accent is imperative to the telling of this tale:

"Mrs Carney?"

"Yes, that's me," I cried, leaping off the hard plastic chair.

"I remember you."

"Yes, you treated me three weeks ago. Different problem Other eye..."

"Okay. Please take seat and put chin on metal bar and we begin laser treatment."

Huh? Laser? But, naturally, I did as I was told.

"Okay. We start laser treatment for cataract."

Double huh? What cataract? I came in with optham - opthal - eye shingles...

"Huh? You not Mrs Carly?"

"No, I Mrs CARNEY."

"Oh, thought you look too young for cataract..."

Now, I know the NHS receives a barrow load of aggravation for its waiting times, but it comes to something when you're left so long, you develop cataracts in the bloody waiting room.