Ever get that feeling when you are so hungry that your stomach sits empty and flat against your backbone?
Try the doctor's order of nil per mouth from 10am until 15:00hrs the next day.
I was happy to think that the endoscopy scan the next morning would last the maximum of about 2 hours, and that it would be a quick in and out affair. But a big surprise was waiting for me.
You can read all about it in my previous post HERE
So let me show you our travel on the first day.
This is the place where we were going to stay. See the 3 palm tree trunks at the right?
This is the tops of those palm tree trunks.
We stopped on the way here to open an admissions file at the hospital and we were told to be there the next morning at 5am. Just opening the file took us half of the day and I will explain at the end of the post.
So, eventually we got to the place where we were to stay in the late afternoon, and I took some photos of the views.
A lovely scene was behind that building roof top in the photo above.
Some sort of sports stadium was towards the right of my view.
And here on the ridge of a hill was a line of trees.
Things were rapidly getting darker.
And the clouds told me that nightfall was imminent.
Wow! The golden sky was such a pleasure to see.
And finally, it was nighttime.
We thought that if we were to stop at the hospital the day before the procedure, to open an admission file, then it would save us time the next morning, as we could then go straight to the doctor's rooms on the 7th floor.
It is a huge old building, and we were sent from pillar to post just trying to find the location of the reception. It is a government hospital and there were queues of sick people everywhere.
We enquired at the security desk and they said that we should go to the 5th floor East. We were to walk through a very long passage to get to a lift and as we arrived on the 5th floor there were only wards.
But it gets worse, as a staff member told us that we should go to the 3rd floor on the West side, again along a very long passage to get to the lift on the other side. At the 3rd floor, they told us that no, we need to go back to the ground floor along a very long passage to get to the lift on the East side. By now my bad knee was screaming into my ear.
Finally we got to the 7th floor and the admissions file was opened. I think that we were something like number 65 in the queue for the next day.
And this all took place even before my procedure the next morning, where another nightmare awaited us.
This post is getting a bit long and I will tell you in another post what happened on day 2. The day of my procedure.
Such is life.
I hope that you have enjoyed the pictures.
Photos by Zac Smith-All Rights Reserved.
Camera: Canon Powershot SX70HS Bridge camera.
