Hospital calling

Gotta leap into this one, without you havin' much history.
Needless to say, there is loads happening at the moment. So not too pleased that after a few years since an encounter with Cancer that a new alarm has wrung. At the last check up something looked fishy in my mouth and despite my protestations that it might have been the remains of last nights trout.. the idea of a 'biopsy' was thrown around.
Yesterday evening got a call out of the blue. A nice female american voice.. thought it was something to do with my . what we will loosely term .. working life... in the music business... I was waiting for the results on something.. in the end the American voice was from the hospital.. and she is apologising for the late notice but the surgeon would like to intrude upon me on Thursday... and this being the sod's law blog... I have a very busy week, gigs I am involved with tonight (Wednesday) and on Saturday...
I am told to bring a bag as they may keep me in.... and turn up at Barts hospital between 10.00am and 11.30am... I'll be honest.. it makes me a bit distracted today... me lady is being very sympathetic though, even though she has a busy day ahead at work.. we set off on the tube together.. which is not a usual occurence and so a welcome treat
it is raining in London today
Make it to Barts and the room is packed with patients... there are barely enough chairs.. I give my name and take my place.. it's quiet.. a mobile phone goes off. the tone is some gentle R&B track.. nice.. the owner .. not what you might expect....
doctors, nurses and assistants appear and dissapear calling for patients.. suddenly I hear American voice and the next time she appears ask about my appointment "sorry" she says "it is a bit like a zoo today, don't worry, we know you're here"
to be honest I'm slightly more concerned that I can get out to a lunch appointment.
A doctor appears not too long after and calls my name.. lots of questions are asked relating to my medical well-being, most of which I can answer positively. Then an examination.. he takes the stethascope to my chest and I dutifully breath in and out... it appears he has a concern about my breathing on one side... he goes out and asks American voice if she can have a listen.. ok, don't mean to be patronising but she does appear to be more of an administrator than a nurse/doctor .. "I can't hear any difference" she chirps up.. "sounds alright to me - do you have trouble walking up stairs" .. I reply again in the negative... ok, I'm not the fittest person in the world but can't remember this being a problem.
They tell me, that if there is a new problem, it will show up in the chest X-Ray.. great!
I am given tickets to give a blood sample and get a chest xray... and leave, deciding to go to my lunch meeting and return to do the tests in the afternoon.
My lunch is pleasant enough.. I manage to slip in a "if you have anything approaching paid work that I might be able to do, let me know" and then return to the hospital. Do the chest Xray and blood sample... then I get a message on my mobile from an administator at the side of the hospital that deals with beds... "I'm sorry there, it seems we don't appear to have a bed for you at this point in time". .. this whole episode might just be a wind-up. I get back to American voice and the doctor who had seen me... the plan now is that I return home and mustn't eat or drink anything from midnight... if a bed is free-ed up then they will call me in the morning and the prodedure will go ahead... back in limbo.. this day has not been helpful and it's still bloody raining in London.