The Never Ending Story

Sit back, grab a cuppa because this is a long one, you might here for a while.

Once-upon-a-time in a far off land there lived a Dashing fellow named Sir Apollo-a-lot. He was named this as he had an affinity with one of the local hospitals called Apollo hospital. He would visit this hospital any chance he could, he had even been known to accompany damsel's in distress there at times being their knight in shinning armour holding their hand in times of trouble and need and seeing to it that they where taken care of and looked after very well.
Sir Apollo-a-lot, at times had problems with some nasty little kidney stones. These Kidney stones would attack when it was least expected causing the utmost pain and discomfort. This far off land he lived in, seemed to increase these attacks, so the time had come once again to visit a doctor for some much needed help. And here the story gets really interesting.....

Sir Apollo-a-lot was admitted into one of the county's finest hospitals but this time he would not be going to Apollo but to the Malar. He had been advised the hospital was under going some renovations and he would be resting comfortably in one of the most recently refurbished suites. An operation would be needed to remove the unwanted stone which had nestled its self into the wall of Sir Apollo-a-lots Ureter. So at 7am he made his way to the hospital and on his arrival found many people gathering outside the hospital along with several policemen. Whilst checking himself in he sees a dead body being carried out through the main doors of the hospital into the waiting crowd. He thinks to himself "this is a good start"

He is shown to his recently refurbished room, which may have been refurbished at some stage long ago in the distant past, except for the new flat screen Tv mounted on the wall at the end of the very old looking bed, now this was enough to satisfy his needs for the next 24 hours. There he sits and waits for the multitude of tests to being before the surgery is to take place. Blood tests, Chest ex-rays, ECG and an Eco made for an interesting morning.

Now Sir Apollo-a-lot's wife Lady Worry-a-lot arrives to support her darling husband. With the Detol, sanitising hand wipes and gel and bottled water in hand she makes her entrance.
Sir Apollo-a-lot is to be taken off to theater and with a peck on the cheek from his wife in front of a very grumpy orderly who takes his job very seriously off he goes into the unknown world of a "Indian hospital undergoing refurbishment including floor in which the theater is and looks like a war zone" and his wife begins a long day of sitting and waiting...

Lady Worry-a-lot is sitting enjoying the view from the 7th floor window when a young girl comes into the room to sweep the floor. Now never being short of a word or two she begins to converse with the sweeper girl who seems to be overwhelmed by the friendly nature of this white woman.
Lady Worry-a-lot smiles and enquires after the lovely aroma coming from the mop and is told that no other rooms got the nice smelly stuff in the mop bucket but because "Madame has such a beautiful face, I put nice smell in the room. No other rooms, just for yours" Thanking the sweeper girl she sends her on her way only to have her return every 5 mins to check Madame is ok.
After some time Lady Worry-a-lot beings to worry about the where abouts of her husband. She is informed that her husband is now in recovery and she asks to be able to go and see him.
Sweeper girl takes Lady Worry-a-lot under her wing and shows her the way to her husbands bedside. They (yes both of them) enter the recovery room after leaving their shoes at the door and find Sir Apollo-a-lot sleeping. He awakes at her touch and is surprised to see the sweeper girl also at his bedside, she makes sure he is comfortable and is told that she can not stay and will have to leave and continue her wait in the patients room. So sweeper girl and the Lady make their way back to the room after stopping to chat to all the staff along the way as the sweeper girl has a new friend to show off.

Arriving back at the room their conversations continue but the sweeper girl looks worried (it must be catching) and says to the Lady "Madame, you Christian?"
Lady to the sweeper girl "Yes I am'
Sweeper girl "Madame your husband dead, you must pray to God for him"
Lady with very shocked look on her face "NO, no he is not dead, just sleeping"
Sweeper girl "No Madame, dead, dead, you must pray"
Lady "Oh yes, I must, thank you for reminding me"
Sweeper girl leaves the room for Lady Worry-a-lot to sit and contemplate the conversation......
The sweeper girl enters the room again and is asked if she has any children. Lady Worry-a-lot is then told the most horrific story about the sweeper girls husband burning her. "My husband now has two marriage, he poor kerosene over me and light a match and burn me. He gone now and I still have my two children to look after"
The sweeper girl is covered in scars and Lady Worry-a-lot is close to tears. The sweeper girls eyes brim with tears also and the two woman, worlds apart, share a moment of reflection. God works in strange ways and had brought this humble sweeper girl to remind Lady Worry-a-lot that to have faith in God and to never loose sight of this even in hard times. To have such strength after being being though so much in her young life this beautiful sweeper girl showed such kindness and compassion and faith.

Sir Apollo-a-lot eventually returns to his room with sweeper girl close behind. She waits at the end of his bed and tucks him in. Lady Worry-a-lot has a meal brought from home for him to eat as there was no way she was letting him eat hospital food. She stays while he eats and bids him goodnight to get home to see the children who have been taken care of by Margaret and Victor.

Sir Apollo-a-lot has a comfortable night in hospital and was well taken care of by the sweeper girl even trying to feed him his hospital dinner. He is home the next afternoon minus a annoying kidney stone and spends the next few days recuperating.

And they live happily ever after.
(apart from Lady Worry-a-lot getting a good dose of Delhi Belly, you can never be too careful)