The *must* be joking.
I got a letter today.
From the hospital in Lachute.
You know, the one that left me sitting in the waiting room for hours. Then left me alone in an exam room for an hour. Then told me they couldn't do the ultrasound I needed to make sure my life wasn't in danger. Then messed up the blood sample they took.
They want a donation.
Whatever shall I do?
M.
From the hospital in Lachute.
You know, the one that left me sitting in the waiting room for hours. Then left me alone in an exam room for an hour. Then told me they couldn't do the ultrasound I needed to make sure my life wasn't in danger. Then messed up the blood sample they took.
They want a donation.
Whatever shall I do?
M.