Hospital Life (Part 3) - My Personal Breakfast Club
"TEARING THE HEAVEN FROM HELL"
In St James’s hospital in Dublin’s fair city, in amongst all the labs, the hi-tech equipment, the fancy drugs and the outstanding healthcare workers, lies the best medicine of all… the chit-chats.
A country fella in my Cardiac ward was on the phone to his mate. At the same time a Northside Dubliner auld dear was on the phone to her sister. The cross conversation had me suppressing so many giggles I thought my arteries would burst and set off my heart alarm.
Country fella: Well g'wan, were you playing cards last night?
Auld dear: Sure I haven't got out of bed
Country fella: Did you make much money?
Auld dear: Absolutely! Don't ya know! OKie DOKie
Country fella: You can relax now, Cheerio!
I had to leave the ward before I cracked up, leaving a dribble of chuckles in my wake.
In St James’s hospital in Dublin’s fair city, in amongst all the labs, the hi-tech equipment, the fancy drugs and the outstanding healthcare workers, lies the best medicine of all… the chit-chats.
A country fella in my Cardiac ward was on the phone to his mate. At the same time a Northside Dubliner auld dear was on the phone to her sister. The cross conversation had me suppressing so many giggles I thought my arteries would burst and set off my heart alarm.
Country fella: Well g'wan, were you playing cards last night?
Auld dear: Sure I haven't got out of bed
Country fella: Did you make much money?
Auld dear: Absolutely! Don't ya know! OKie DOKie
Country fella: You can relax now, Cheerio!
I had to leave the ward before I cracked up, leaving a dribble of chuckles in my wake.
