So, tell me…

Once we moved to Johannesburg, my mother took me to Jo’burg Gen (Johannesburg General Hospital) for the yearly cardiac check-up. It was a whole day affair and I rather enjoyed it because it meant skipping a day of school!

The day always started with a stressful drive in peak-hour traffic through some very busy areas. My mother wasn’t used to this drive so it wasn’t easy for her.

At the hospital we had to check in, take a seat and wait for my name to be called. We always took lots of stuff to do, read and play, anything that could be done while sitting and waiting. Every year I’d agonize about whether or not the procedure had changed and they’d have to take blood. I hated giving blood in general and it never was part of the regular check-up procedure.

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