On one of the days during our recent stay at the hospital, I told the Hubs that I really needed to get out as being confined within four walls is a killer. I decided to go out to buy some lunch as there is only so much Starbucks and 1901 hot dogs and hospital canteen food that one can consume (and I heart none). I was craving for real food, like some roasted dog meat, so the Hubs agreed to stay in hospital with the girls but then T1, my 5 year old, decided she wanted to come with me.

We rushed down to the parking lot because baby T2 was ill and very cranky, and when she wanted her mama, she WANTED HER MAMA!!! Her wails could wake up the dead.

Problem One – Because we were rushing down to the parking lot, I had forgotten to pay for parking at the lobby parking machines. This always happens, doesn’t it….when you’re in a rush? Never mind, I told T1. We’ll just pay for it on the way out. There was a machine on the way out from the parking lot. I knew exactly where it was.

Problem Two – When I illegally parked the car in front of the autopay machine and got out to pay, I realised I only had a fifty dollar note when the biggest note they’d take was a ten. Man, this wasn’t happening. First, I needed to be quick. Second, I already had T1 waiting alone in the car. Think. Think fast. Think. Do I drive all the way down to the lowest basement, attempt to park my car again at peak hour, then take T1 upstairs to the lobby to get some change and come down again? Or perhaps I could call the Hubs to bring some change down? I tried calling but nobody answered. So what did I do? Neither…..

Problem Three – I drove out of the parking lot but not beyond the boom gates and again illegally parked my car beside the hospital wall where I wasn’t obstructing any cars. Then dragged T1 by the arm and quickly walked to find a way up to get some loose change. 10 steps away from the car, I spotted a door. The other door to the lobby (that I was familiar with) was 500 meters away. I could get in now quick and get up a lift or I could drag T1 500 meters amidst oncoming traffic in a polluted parking lot. I asked T1, quick decide. Which door shall we take? This one or that one? Of course, she chose the easiest, nearest option. We pushed the doors open and rushed in, thankful that we were inside the air-conditioned hospital so quick and not have to walk in an exhaust fumed parking lot. But where were the freaking elevators to take us up? It was just one looooooooooong corridor with huge laundry containers filled with soiled cheap nursing scrubs and cupboards labeled lab coats for women. It was an eye opener. So….THIS is where the hospital laundry is done……

We eventually found a lift lobby but the area was so dark and there wasn’t anyone there and the lifts looked MIGHTY SPOOKY as they were HUGE. Not the usual hospital lifts that can fit one hospital bed but HUGE, SPOOKY LOOKING LIFTS!!! T1 and I made a one hundred and eighty degree turn OUT of that lift lobby and walked on quickly. Moving on. There MUST be a passenger lift SOMEWERE. In my mind all that time, I was praying, please baby T2 don’t cry, please baby T2 don’t cry, please baby T2 don’t cry. Mommy will be back soon…..

Problem Four – After scurrying down this hospital basement corridor for what must have been easily 500 meters, we hit some double doors. And on it, a black and white sign spelled…….

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“Mommy? What is Mortuary?” T1 looked up at me innocently.

The look of horror in my eyes immediately sent panic up her spine and I almost fainted and if I hadn’t had T1 with me, I probably would have. We were 5 feet away from a hundred dead bodies. I know, this is probably one of the reasons why I subconsciously did not become a doctor.

I grabbed T1’s arm, “DON’T ASK ANYTHING NOW! Just be quiet!!! Let’s GO!!!”

We did a 180 turn immediately and raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnn in hysteria towards the first doors that drew us in.

Problem Five – We jumped into the car and I decided screw it, I’ll just press the HELP button on the way out at the boom gate and explain my very serious dilemma. By this time, T1 was in a serious state of panic. She said, Mommy? Next time don’t bring me along, OK? I think I want to stay in the hospital room next time, and make sure you have money whenever you pay for parking, which infuriated me because she was the one who wanted to come along in the first place!

At the boom gate, I explained to the guy who answered the speakerphone that I really had to get out fast as I had a sick baby upstairs. Of course, he was so dense that it took all of 10 minutes before he understood what I was saying and then told me to wait AGAIN, and that he’ll be right along. By this time, T1 and I had given up. We decided that we were going to abandon our mission to get lovely hot delicious food and just eat Starbucks again. AGAIN. Yes, again……This was just too much drama for my heart to take in one day.

Problem Six – By the time the blinking parking attendant got his skinny body to our car, there was a queue of cars behind me at the boom gate horning way. HORN-HORN-HORN-HORN!! Whatever happened to all those mothers who taught their adult children manners and patience?!! GEEZ!!

I told the guy, just let me out so I can get back in to park in the parking lot quickly. All we wanted was to get back into the hospital room. We didn’t want to face any more decisions, no more road blocks, no more palpitations. But when the boom gate opened, the road system led us out onto the main street and although we could have turned back into the parking lot again, the irresistible magnet of fresh food aroma brought us to crossroads again.

*heart beats* BIB-BOB-BIB-BOB-BIB-BOB

And it drew us away in a flash from the hospital.

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………AND THE MORTUARY.

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