We all know this, you have an appointment somewhere (in my case it was the dentist) and when you made the appointment it was convenient but something crops up and thats right you end up cancelling it. So you think of an excuse, a reasonable excuse for cancelling what at the time was 'the most important appointment in the history of time', 'an emergency appointment', because you were 'dying'. You know the kind, yes? Well the excuse I came up with was 'A Family Emergency' I was needed in Newcastle where it is that my family live. So appointment cancelled - all is well.
Off I go on the day of my appointment to the thing (no i'm not gonna tell you what that was, suffice to say it was important to me, a case of 'self preservation') I thought was more important than (the denist). the Following day being the beginning of half term we were actually off to see family (the journey in the car is another story, Lol).
The morning after I arrive, my sister phones me to ask if I would be able to take her husband to hospital as he'd been in pain all night, the doctor (well nhs helpline, the new version of having a real life human being come out and check you over) thought he had a 'Kidney stone' - ouch you say to your self, Yes very much, However what you should be saying is - Ah, fate you quoted 'Family Emergency' to skulk off from your appointment, you should of known - what goes around comes around - Fate - Karma. Whatever you want to call it. Laugh you may.
So, off we go to the hospital, and the emergency doctor (yes a real doctor) the prognosis - well not a kidney stone but diverticulitis, no i'm not going to explain it to you - go look it up for yourself, if you want to know...
Also he might need surgery - Oh My God. Fate has a nasty hand sometimes.
Two hours later we get to see the other doctor (the one to make an official diagnosis) - At this point I know I'm getting old! Both me and my brother-in-law. This young girl - didnt look old enough to vote never mind be a doctor, came in and introduced herself as our doctor. We both laughed, she didnt mind at all, which was very good as I went on to ask her (very nicely mind) "How old she was"? 23! was her answer at which point we both laughed.
I commented (when she had gone out of the cubicle mind, so dont worry we wern't that mean).
that she was hardly out of nappies my Brother-in-law being a bloke - of that age of course - replied "I wouldn't mind changing her nappy"
I think I might of lost myself somewhere here (silly me), getting back to the point of 'Fate, Karma' or whatever we were going to call it. Luckily no surgery was required just a short hospital stay and some antibiotics.
So really what I'm trying to say is - be careful what you say, as you never know what hand 'Fate' is going to deal you.
When I told my sister the excuse I made, she was ever so pleased with me...........
Off I go on the day of my appointment to the thing (no i'm not gonna tell you what that was, suffice to say it was important to me, a case of 'self preservation') I thought was more important than (the denist). the Following day being the beginning of half term we were actually off to see family (the journey in the car is another story, Lol).
The morning after I arrive, my sister phones me to ask if I would be able to take her husband to hospital as he'd been in pain all night, the doctor (well nhs helpline, the new version of having a real life human being come out and check you over) thought he had a 'Kidney stone' - ouch you say to your self, Yes very much, However what you should be saying is - Ah, fate you quoted 'Family Emergency' to skulk off from your appointment, you should of known - what goes around comes around - Fate - Karma. Whatever you want to call it. Laugh you may.
So, off we go to the hospital, and the emergency doctor (yes a real doctor) the prognosis - well not a kidney stone but diverticulitis, no i'm not going to explain it to you - go look it up for yourself, if you want to know...
Also he might need surgery - Oh My God. Fate has a nasty hand sometimes.
Two hours later we get to see the other doctor (the one to make an official diagnosis) - At this point I know I'm getting old! Both me and my brother-in-law. This young girl - didnt look old enough to vote never mind be a doctor, came in and introduced herself as our doctor. We both laughed, she didnt mind at all, which was very good as I went on to ask her (very nicely mind) "How old she was"? 23! was her answer at which point we both laughed.
I commented (when she had gone out of the cubicle mind, so dont worry we wern't that mean).
that she was hardly out of nappies my Brother-in-law being a bloke - of that age of course - replied "I wouldn't mind changing her nappy"
I think I might of lost myself somewhere here (silly me), getting back to the point of 'Fate, Karma' or whatever we were going to call it. Luckily no surgery was required just a short hospital stay and some antibiotics.
So really what I'm trying to say is - be careful what you say, as you never know what hand 'Fate' is going to deal you.
When I told my sister the excuse I made, she was ever so pleased with me...........
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