Stairs to .....

I should state at the outset I do not do lifts! Ever since I worked in Boots I have had a phobia about them. The lift had 2 doors - the one opening onto the floor with a small rectangular window, and the manual silver metal concertina shutters of the inner door with the same small window. This lift descended slowly up and down the red brickwork shaft, slowing to an imperceptible movement as it came level to the outer door of the next floor. So I of course thought every time, that the lift had stopped and I was encased in a metal and brick coffin, for all I could see out the tiny window was bricks! I don't like enclosed spaces and this just finished my relationships with lifts forever.
So - stairs - every time! Even at Covent Garden tube with the long, long staircase of 193 steps! The few times I have gone in a lift since, I have ended up fiercely grabbing the arm of the person next to me - whether I know them or not! - as for those few moments when the lift stops and the doors don't open, I relive my fear! Luckily my friends ward is only 2 flights up - 4 flights of stairs in all! Plus there are some great views going up, down and out the windows!
Today I was alarmed to see my friend looked no better and was lower in mood - unsurprisingly. Mardy nurse had the day off ( hurrah!) but still she had been told nothing. The CT scan she was told she was to have had not happened,she had just asked for some painkillers as the pain was hitting hard and as I went to pour her some water I discovered 2 in a mini paper cup on her bedside tray - no-one had given them to her and she had no idea they were there - no wonder she was in pain. I had brought in a hot water bottle to ease the pain, as recommended to her by one of the nurses, only to be told it could not be used due to H&S! When I bought her a heat pad in the chemist it provoked a discussion as to whether they could sell it to me! Same when I asked the nurses on the ward to heat it! The level of misinformation on even such inconsequential matters was astounding and I finally snapped! I asked to see the registrar as I was unhappy that my friend was no better infact worse, added to which she was getting emotionally low.
RESULT! He came, I questioned and kicked his very cute arse, we got answers! As I had suspected she was having an adverse reaction to the chemo, possibly due to a missing enzyme, most rare, and she had not been tested prior to starting treatment!!! Nothing to do with the anti sickness tablets causing constipation in the first few days as the consultant had said to her on his early morning unannounced "drop in" visit earlier in the week! Also found out they had been discussing it with all and sundry it seems, and THEY were deciding on stopping chemo and doing surgery/radiotherapy!!!
So - told friend to text me before they took her for CT scan so I could hot foot it in for the results and the "discussion"!! Told her not to allow them to go ahead till I was present!!
I have not been this assertive and bolshie with "management" since I stopped teaching and attending staff meetings - kinda missed it! Pleased to see the ability and feistiness has not left me - never really thought it would!

On way home saw the moon appear over the hospital and swerved to a stop to take it, but it got coy and never reappeared! I also stopped on the moors to take long exposures of car lights and got this beauty of a bus passing!I Was inspired by Jukka's Log. I nearly fell over on the uneven ground in my unsuitable green velvet 1970's boots, as I walked back to the road in the pitch dark having parked down a side lane!
All in all a good day I think?!