Monsternight

Anyone know that feeling of when you've been sitting for too long - hours and hours - on a non-ergonomic bus chair? Take that times ten, and you get the feeling of what it's like to wait for your turn in the waiting hall at Saccska children's emergency department. Plus undertones, overtones and sometimes interesting little BIG choirs of crying children and babies.

Do that for, let's say... Five hours. From half past seven to half past twelve, midnight. The hour of the time makes it even more wonderful, since few children are used to be out of bed that late and thus get even whinier still. It was only my luck that spared me from Dinas parting in the ongoing whine choir. She fell asleep, exhausted, swetty, and drained from an entire day of vomiting, at about ten p.m. I tried to sleep, I actually tried to sleep on those goddamn rock hard benches for, like, an hour or two. Didn't succeed that well. All the good magazines were outread, the leftovers of my pocketmoney were already spent on a dry little sandwich from the candy machine, there were no energy left to get up and refill my waterbottle, and the information video started over on its fifteenth round. "Waiting time of the last three patients: 3.40, 2.56, 4.11. Number of patients that did not see a doctor: 21." Why do they show that statistic? To try and make the patients to give up their time and get longer coffee breaks for the doctors?

Anyway. Finally they called us in. It appeared to be that our doctor and nurse ran between several patients at the same time. First, the doctor investigated Dina, asked questions about her whereabouts and made notes. Then she left us with promises to send in a nurse to give her an enema. I think I waited a little less than an hour for that nurse... At least, the bunk in our room was a little more comfortable than the benches in the waiting hall. Lumas effectively contributed to the hard, cold, steril atmosphear and even forced the stitching light through my closed eyelids, but it didn't matter. I slept when the nurse arrived, and so did Dina.

The poor thing got her enema, a cold jelly squirted up her butt. Minutes later she emptied her bowel, and we could state that she suffered from constipation. That, in combination with the vomits, might be symptoms of some sort of stomage virus. Things that come and go very often at this time of the year. At half past three we caught a taxi outside the main entrance and got ourselves home to granny, a night sandwich and warm milk, a big, soft bed and cool, soft sheets. Even Dina could keep a little breast milk, and fell asleep right after.

Heaven.