Getting there is a bit of an art. There are bus stops inside the hospital grounds, but the only way of availing yourself of this facility is to catch a bus from the Park and Ride. For residents, this would mean getting a bus into the city centre, getting a bus out to the Park and Ride car park (beyond the ring road) and then getting another bus back to the hospital. No I don’t understand either.
Most people choose the less convenient option of taking a bus into town, taking another bus out of town, getting off in the middle of a local housing estate and finding the ginnel that leads into the hospital grounds. What this means in practice is a 10 to 15 minute walk (unless you’re looking for Tropical Medicine) and, in the current climate, a fair to middling chance of getting wet. This is a hospital. some of the people who come here are sick. Or old. Or both. And most of them aren’t suffering from tropical diseases.
But I digress. This was a routine visit to check blood pressure, take blood samples (easier said than done), feel my bumps (I have some) and see how I’ve been getting on. The “getting on” bit took rather a long time as I’ve been having an “exciting” time. “Exciting” is the study nurse’s word – I sometimes wonder about people in the so-called caring professions.
Anyway, the “excitement” seems to be wearing off and, although I still feel a bit queasy from time to time, I’ve decided to stick with the study and see how things go over the next few weeks.