The first day when I went to visit my mother in hospital, I ended up in the Maternity department. Little did I know that would come in very handy a few days later.
Four days later after visiting my mother at the same hospital, a car pulled up beside me.
"Excuse me," a passenger said. "Do you know where the maternity department is?"
How did she know I knew where it would be? Do I have "I know my way around this hospital" written on my forehead? Oh well, at least I was able to point them in the general direction.
Mum is being discharged today. Yippee!! No more hospital visits.
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