Two-Tyred
Had a bit of a Green Wing moment today.
After work, I rode my bike into town for a bit. I came back, knackered, to find that one of the entrances to the hospital bike sheds had been completely blocked off. So to put my bike away, a few metres away from where I was standing, I would have to cycle all the way round the hospital grounds.
Yeah right, would I bollocks!
I rode to the nearest entrance to the hospital building, and then I just kept going. And cycled right through the hospital corridors. (It's all right, my tyres were clean).
There weren't too many people around, so I said a polite Good Evening to whoever I passed (including, amusingly, several Security guards running in the opposite direction to sort out a problem elsewhere; probably a good thing - I wasn't wearing any hospital ID).
Great fun. Highly recommended.
(But don't D-lock your bike to a drip stand, they fall over.)
posted by Suman @ 10:13 PM
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9 Comments:
ha ha. I remember when I was doing my nursing training in the hospital you work at. On one late shift I went from the main building over to the geriatric block for some reason. On the return journey I stood on the platform of one of the porters wheelchairs and just coasted down the nice long sloping corridor. Its a wonder I didn't crash at the bottom of the slope!
(Who's that? I've moved hospitals three times in the last couple of years... just can't figure it out...)
Wheelchair races down long corridors are brilliant...
but picture this - you're clutching a full Oxygen cylinder, sitting on an office wheely-chair, and then you open the cylinder fully! Wooooo!
(don't light it though...)
We had a doc who roller skated around the hospital by night. he skated onto HDU, toppled and grabbed a dripstnad or support. He was heavier than a bike
Bloody orthopods..
*sigh* the nearest I get to fun is using a pallet trolley as a microscooter.
I did have a chuckle the other day at work that you might appreciate though.
Sometimes a box gets onto the warehouse line with rainwater in it, often it gets to the 'automated picker' and the drugs get dropped into the rainwater, (yay.) and all of it has to be wiped down with some loo roll. (It's all perfectly useable, just a bit damp, the glossy boxes stop any damage being caused.
The other day, the girl from order release phones me in my office, as I'm usually the nearest person with loo roll. The Conversation went as follows:
"Have you got any bogroll in there?"
"Only a tiny bit, but I can get some more, how wet is your box?"
"MY BOX ISN'T WET YOU PERVERT! I WANT TO BLOW MY NOSE!"
She hung up, and I took a good 4 minutes to catch what she was implying.
ah so that's where brainiac got their ideas from eh.
It's the first anonymous poster for the day back for another "comment"
We've never met.
I trained where you work, but have not worked there since 1999. I have the amateur transplants CD. I've read your blog for a while and have worked out where you work. I have asked the consultant anaesthetists where I work to confirm where you work.
Anonymous nurse waves from your local "friendly" private hospital.
I've seen Brainiac doing the C02 power wheelchairs live- its brilliant. The episode I went to, the wheelchair went so fast it burst through all the barriers. The Tickle looked like he was in pain, bless him.
Anonymous #1- I know Suman calls me his stalker- but thats just plain scary! Blimy!
As long as you wasn't naked....
He he he.
'bitch' you have a reason to be called his stalker now! you must live up to your reputation =] as for 'anon #1'...
Ah believe me, reputation is being lived up to- isn't it Suman? ;-)
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