Cheap Martini
It's 12:30 at Sutton Royal Marsden, civil servants and NHS staff workers queue up for their daily feed even if they're not hungry, it's lunchtime, that means you've got to eat, right? you've got to stay committed if you want to qualify for obesity, everything here confuses me, there's all these people acting quietly, clearly dying of a terminal sickness, they seem somewhat resigned to the fact that their end-of-life care is like putting the correct waste into the designated recycling bins, some appear to ponder just how many sins they may have committed to end up with a slow death so painful and miserable, as the clock hands turn, it's not simply counting down the minutes of someone's shift, it's counting down the minutes to the end of someone's life, and as I sit here waiting for my wife to come back from her CT scan, there's a poor man festering in the ward...
