The Demise of Roland Ratso - chapter four

Monday left home at 1.00pm and got back at ten past six although traffic was horrendous on the way back due to the snow. Tuesday left at twenty to one and was back by twenty past three. I got on the Medilink bus when the students were chucking out of wherever they were – all wearing hoodies with “The wearer is not just a physiotherapist – they are a hand-picked physiotherapist from Nottingham University.” At the maternity stop a pregnant woman on crutches got on. None of Nottingham University’s finest offered her a seat. I was trapped by Nottingham University’s finest or I would have got up. That honour came to an elderly black woman. They should all have “hand picked ignorant wankers from Nottingham University” on the back of their hoodies. Wednesday and I arrived in the the clinic at 5 past one and I was out again at ten to two! And no obnoxious people in the waiting room. And I got my pants pulled up for me! Luxury! The only down side was the No 40 bus was at the bus stop when the Medilink bus came. He discharged all of his passengers behind it and then didn’t stop to pick us up. Never mind – they come every ten minutes. Arriving back at Wilko Street car park and I noticed a note on the windscreen. Bloody hell I thought, then I found out it was a note from Lyndsey, my daughter-in-law who was visiting the tram depot. She said she thought it was my car as it was having a little sing song to itself – it has an intermittent alarm fault and she guessed I was at the hospital. Apparently the snow started at about 5 am on Thursday and laid on top of the existing snow, I listened to the radio and looked at the traffic cams and decided to leave half an hour early. The Medilink had stopped running to Wilkinson Street car park because of snow and traffic so I drove into the hospital. Parking was easy for a change. Got into the waiting room at 1215 and was out again at 1245. The radiographers have now programmed the machine to do the whole series of blasts in one go – a lot quicker and easier on their legs not having to keep walking backwards and forwards. I have found out where they go – it’s only out of the room and around the corner to their desk where they have a computer screen and CCTV watching your every movement. And my bare backside! One of the girls asked me if I got to hospital alright. I replied that actually it was easier than ever. I asked her if she got there OK and she said that she walked. I told her that that was a very creditable thing to have done – she responded that she walked every day as she only lived around the corner! The girls are great – I can’t fault them – it can’t be easy shoving my bare backside around a table. No one in the waiting room again but a very ethnic elderly black man with a long grey beard and dreadlocks poking out from under his Jamaican hat walking up and down wishing me good luck several times – a great guy. I reciprocated and he said that he makes his own luck! Got Friday 6th off because the LINAC is being serviced so Eric is leading me astray and start again on Monday 9th at 1500hrs.