A bit more about the state hospital I go to.
It was a ward 13 day on Wednesday and medication day too, it’s always wise to get there as close to 7.30am as you can.
The pharmacy is full of varnished and uncomfortable benches, with pharmacists busy as honey badgers round a cobra, behind plywood and glass. First you wait in the front row until a very short and permanently pissed off woman calls and there’s a mad scramble of a queue to hand in your meds card. They’re bright yellow, A4 sized cardboard and mine was folded in half. “stretch it,” hissed the angry gnome, and I’m not joking about the hissing. “What?” quoth I in bewildered tones. “Stretch it,” she said crossly, and so I unfolded the card, now stretched back to its full length again and handed it over.
Once you’ve done that, you go and sit anywhere you like at the back of the rather cavernous…
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