
This thursday me and Hedda had to pay a visit to Enköpings hostpital. While making falafel Hedda sliced half her finger of in the mixer. All she needed was to clean the wound and get som band aids, but still they kept us waiting for five hours. The worst part wasn’t the amount of seconds, minute and hours we had to sitt in the waiting room. What got me irritated was the lack of information and service. We arrived at the hospital at four a’clock. When the remarkably poor swedish soap opera named ”Kändis Djungeln” showed for the second time at nine I got up extramely hungry and pissed off to see if they had forgotten us. A nurse told me that the doctor had a lot to deal with and a lot of patients where in worse condition then Hedda. But if they just would have sent a nurse to look at the finger they would had seen that no doctor was needed. Not ones did any staff talk to us or try to explain why we had to wait.
But what the hell, we are happy now.