Bill of health
•Saturday afternoon, a busy day. The sun is shining and clothes are drying on the line. A careless slip and bang: I am on the ground. Being fretted over by the collie, clothes pegs everywhere, legs akimbo and there goes sunny Saturday.
There is a dilemma. I know I need medical attention; I can barely walk. I know I have to go to hospital; my foot is swelling fast. Visible from the clothes line are the Louth Hospital's walls. I can't go there anymore.
Can I face the Lourdes? I've been in and out of the A&E in the Lourdes for nigh on the last year with an elderly relative. I cannot face the thoughts of the chaos, the noise, the staff (yes, they're over-worked and underpaid, but there never seems to be enough time for courtesy).