Hospital Visit

Hospital visit I sit in the waiting room there are no magazines to read anymore, everybody has mobile phones look at photos of themselves and friends. I drink coffee from the coffee dispenser is bland as the hospital walls Two women sit nearby; one has her hair in a big bun the other has a smaller on-top of her air, middle-aged worries about the grandchildren, but outwardly calm. A woman sitting in an electric wheelchair rolls in she is not well, opens a plastic bag and throws up A nurse hurries into the room; this is an emergency wheels her into a treatment room. My wife comes out, a big smile on her African face no, she has not got cancer but needs knee surgery. She is a colourful sight and wears many rings and bracelets today, she is dressed in bright red and green, lights up the dour hospital ambience. We drink coffee in the canteen while she tells me about her painful left knee