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Last week Mr NQN spent a not so delightful 10 hours at the emergency ward of the Prince of Wales hospital. The poor thing had an accident on his bike on the way home from work and he came home with a gash on his face, abrasions and bruises. The gash was about a centimetre long and we thought that it required stitches (well I've never had them but it was bit, it was gushing and it was on his face so we guessed they were necessary).
So with haste I pulled on the nearest dress and a cape (fashion cape, not super hero ;) ) and we went straight to the hospital. When we flew into through the doors of the emergency department people stared (they're bored I later realised) and I said to Mr NQN "Do I look weird?" "No, it's probably the cape" he replied before adding "I'm glad you stopped wearing the fangs." And I know, I know, it's terrible that I stopped to pause and ask about my appearance when my beloved was bleeding and I'm sure I'm going into the bad wife hell for that.
In case anyone didn't know, hospitals are depressing places and will test the patience of the most patient, that is Mr NQN. I left at his urging after a few hours and Mr NQN stayed for a lengthy 10 hours. We understood that as his injuries weren't life threatening and as such, he was low on the priority list although other patients ran and one even skipped when they were called. We tried to find a medical centre but alas none nearby were open at night. At 3am Mr NQN finally lost patience and asked how much longer he would wait. They pretended that they had tried to call him, however he was sitting right in front of them. And the next morning when he should have been getting up for work, after waiting for over 10 hours the doctor gave him 10 minutes of his time, told him he was fine and that he wouldn't put stitches in and then did a light examination and sent him home. And there was no lollipop given (I asked).
When I got home the previous evening, I fretted quite a bit and needed to do something therapeutic. Earlier that day I had visited Flour and Stone bakery in Woolloomooloo and spied some rainbow cookies and that afternoon I mixed up some dough and cut and baked some rainbow cookies. I looked at the table and there they were, baked and ready to be iced. There's something soothing about concentrating on something else during times of stress and I found the repetitive activity immensely helpful. I thought that this would be a nice thing to greet him with because rainbows follow the rain and signal the sunshine to come.
The rainbows themselves are easy to make and just requires two round cutters. The royal icing is fiddly admittedly especially if you want to do all seven colours (I stopped at six) and flooding each thin area with coloured royal icing took time and I would say that if anything, try and make the rainbows larger than smaller. Mr NQN is feeling remarkably better so perhaps he did find his pot at the end of the rainbow :)
So tell me Dear Reader, do you ever find that people look at you oddly for no reason and does it bother you when people stare? And have you had any similar waiting experiences in a hospital?
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