So, today I had to visit Tata Memorial Hospital to submit a sample of some sort to be tested. It was a nightmare. The place was teaming with human beings, lots of them, many of them, ill. And yours truly had to shuttle between three counters to register, submit, pay up and then collect receipt.
So, I have to interact with four different people (thankfully only one was inefficient and another was officious) to jumpstart one process. It does not help that in India we have NO concept of a queue. People huddle together in twos and three, cut into the line when they please and have zero concept of personal space.
I couldn’t WAIT to get out of there, and when I did I felt GREAT, better than I have felt in a long, long time. It’s like one has to be reminded about the morbid stuff in life to enjoy everyday goodness. Touché!
Nothing like hovering around the sick to feel very healthy…
Touche Maya! By the way, I met your hubby when he was in Mumbai. Tell him I said hi!