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Post No. 22: Anecdotes and Apocrypha: Bill Peach and Nurse Ratched (Pt. 2)

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Post No. 22: Anecdotes and Apocrypha: Bill Peach and Nurse Ratched (Pt. 2)

Every day Bill would see a doctor. I don’t think he saw the same doctor twice. I don’t even think he saw the same nurse twice. He would tell his story, they would take notes and say we will do X-rays and ultrasounds (they never did). And he would ask yet again to be transferred to the private hospital.

This went on until one evening the woman in charge, they used to be Matron but now I think it’s N.U.M., stood in the doorway, arms akimbo. She said, loudly and aggressively: “You can get it out of your head, you are not going to be transferred to the private hospital”. That’s what I call Bill’s Nurse Ratched moment!

Well you would think that having top hospital and medical cover would count for something, but not so.

Then it boiled down to WHO you knew. My very good friend contacted his very good friend who worked for the owner of the private hospital. He was in London and contacted his friend who was in charge of the private hospital which was just up the road. At 11 a.m. the day after Nurse Ratched’s pronouncement Bill was told to pack his possessions, a trolley arrived and he was taken to the basement. There was a patient transport waiting and he was whisked off to the private hospital.

He was virtually kidnapped. I’m not even sure the release papers were signed.

Immediately on arrival he was given X-rays, ultrasounds, whatever tests were appropriate. Then lunch was served. The food was excellent. The man in charge popped his head around the door and asked if there was anything he needed. Bill asked if the sauvignon-blanc in the fridge could be changed to a chardonnay and his fridge was kept stocked with Margaret River Leeuwin Estate Chardonnay from then on. (More next time)

About the Author:

I will soon be 81 years old and tickled pink to be still upright. I have a good life. I still see clients, mainly in their own homes. I attend a lot of congresses, conferences and training sessions (never too old to learn). My apartment sits across from the north end of Maroubra Beach with 270 deg. views. There is always something intriguing to gaze at – the whales and dolphins twice a year, the stand-up paddle boarders, the surfers, the walkers, the beautiful surf in all its moods. Every morning two lorikeets come for their wholemeal bread. I often sit on the balcony and cook lunch on my portable grill, sitting amongst pots of lettuce, spinach, eggplant, tomatoes, chillies, and herbs: French tarragon, bayleaf, basil, rosemary, oregano, marjoram, thyme, mint and parsley. Throw a handful of herbs on every meal. My wonderful son has an equally lovely wife and three sons, 18, 16 and 14. They are the joy of my life as are my many good friends (some dating back to primary school) and colleagues. I was divorced, and later had two very dear partners, now deceased. One of them was Bill Peach; many of you may remember him. I was with him for 15 years until he died in 2013. He infected me with the travel bug, with many overseas and domestic Journeys taking place each year. The other long-term relationship left me with a taste for champagne, good wine, gourmet food and the Opera. Most of my life I have played tennis and golf, surfed (even in winter) and skied overseas and locally. Slowing down a bit now, love to see a film and do cryptic crosswords and sudoko. Passionate about bridge. I feel I have been very fortunate and would like to continue in that vein. Fingers crossed.