a letter for you

A short Note for You  
This is a little missive written in some haste as we have
to go back to hospital for more tests. Only you could get
me there and wait 4 hours in a packed waiting room.
Time is tough for those who have no private health insurance
and most of us have not. I tell you about the inequity of this,
but you are not listening just look through magazines like
“HALLO” touched by a million sick people.

When we finally get to see the specialist, a woman of around
45, I tell her lies about my splendid health, but you are there
and tell her the truth. I insist I’m ok and want to go home.
Ignored by two women I agree to go back to hospital one more
time about a bloody pacemaker, I gruffly leave for a coffee.
But I’m glad you are there looking after me, I always knew how
much I loved you, as long as you don’t tell me how to drive my car.