I had to wake up at the unearthly hour of 4.05 am today. Ghastly time. But I had to, one of those things you keep postponing, and postponing, and again postponing until you just have to do. Why would a 30-something, very young lady, push herself awake (amidst 100 alarm calls) to pop two tiny pills? Because ladies of a 30 something sometimes have to take tests just to see they're in working order... there goes the denial of the mid-30's. (Does that sound middle-aged or what?) Thankfully I have a nice, well-mannered, soft-spoken doctor who is as gentle as you get. And that kind of takes out the sting of having to trudge to Mater Dei, just for a check-up. Mater Dei makes me claustrophobic. It obvious that whoever designed it is not a smoker, never has been and never will be. Windows are tightly shut, and I dread to think how it would be to make a stay-over there. Where the hell would I smoke? In the bathroom? That is something wild 15 year olds do at school. And that seems so recent too. Don't blame us 30-somethings, we lacked the proper info, or let's say that by the time we had the proper info it was way too late. So, what if you were recovering in your cosy room in Mater Dei.... wouldn't a patient's maximum comfort be imperative? And wouldn't that include a nice cup of tea, and wait for it... a cigarette?
So maybe it's not called Mater Dei for nothing. The mother of God, well she suffered quite a bit. Strong woman though, and nowhere in the Bible does it say she was ever in need of hospitalisation. Not even during labour. Queer name this Mater Dei.
So maybe it's not called Mater Dei for nothing. The mother of God, well she suffered quite a bit. Strong woman though, and nowhere in the Bible does it say she was ever in need of hospitalisation. Not even during labour. Queer name this Mater Dei.
