February 6th, 2010

audrey

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Augh, frigging NHS.
About a month ago, my partner A went into UCL hospital for an operation. Apparently this operation was very routine and he would be out by the evening. However, I'm still worried because he's been worried, and it's sort of catching.
We went into hospital at 7am and were finally seen at about half past 8. That's not a real issue here, I can understand how busy it can be in the centre of town. We were told that A would probably be going into surgery at around 4pm and that I could expect to pick him up in the evening. I was starting a new job that day, so I couldn't wait around in the hospital. Off I go.
Here's where the suck occurs:
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