Another trip to the hospital

With the idea of coming home looming before us, Ryan and I are becoming somewhat sentimental about the unique things that make Bangkok such a great place to live. This past week there have been innumerable times that we have said to each other: I am really going to miss ________ (fill in here).
Saturday, we made another trip to the hospital (my arm is acting up again and I needed a referral for physio). We were walking through the hotel-like corridors listening to the lovely, relaxing background music when we came upon the source of the tune. There, around the corner was a string quartet! And here we are, chumps in Canada, having to listen to the radio over the loudspeakers no less!! So there we sat with our complimentary water and newspapers, sitting in our cushy plush chairs in the waiting room, barely enough time to enjoy our surroundings (wait a minute, didn't I say we were at the hospital?) when the nurse came over to escort us into the doctor's office. Honestly, I am going to be really sad next time I have to wait an hour and a half to see the doctor back home! After a quick check the doc discussed my options and agreed that at this point physio would be best. Another nurse ushered us over to the nearby physio clinic where we were seated in another plush waiting room. This time we actually had a bit of a wait, but they apologized profuesly and insisited that the next time I come I won't have to wait. Of course poor Ryan had a long wait as I spent nearly 2 hours getting ultrasound, massage, electrode therapy, and heat therapy. We still forget that once you see the doctor here, they just send you right along to your next stop - no need making an appointment for days later and then having to wait again another day! After making my next appointment we headed off for lunch at our favourite Italian place (which just happens to be just down the road from the hospital) and then returned home to enjoy the rest of our Saturday.