The Waiting Game

I took my neighbour and friend Helge to San Juan Hospital for an update on his health after he had a cancerous tumor removed from his tongue a few weeks ago. He's in his seventies and the round trip is around 80 Km but for some reason or other they can't send the test results to his GP. He's still weak after the operation and has lost a lot of weight but nevertheless we trudged to the hospital for the third week in a row. He had to sit in the waiting room for 3 hours before been seen by the specialist. His actual consultation lasted no more than 2 minutes. I don't think it's the hospital's nor the specialist's fault, it's just that here in Spain, much like the UK, the lunatics have taken over the asylum. He's doing fine by the way.

My three hour wait was far more pleasurable and, as you can see, I spent my time taking surreptitious homo-erotic images of passing cyclists.

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