Still Life with Hydrangeas & Anger

I went to get a steroid injection in my shoulder (an on-going result of stroke issues) at the Repat, as Adelaideans call the old repatriation hospital. It's kind of run down, as the shiny new Rehab Clinic has mostly taken over. 
The Repat is a crazy rabbit warren of a place with an air of 1940's govt institutionism still lingering about. Think red brick, polio, TB and WW2 vets.
I hasten to add that I didn't get 'roid rage and punch the reinforced glass on my way out, but as I type this now, It's starting to ache. Might be a bit
grumpy later.