Life brings surprises. Challenges come. Adventures await.

Take Day Surgery. Please!

My appointment was at 10 AM. The corridor signs were well-marked, and we soon saw the entrance. In the waiting room, the number-dispenser was out of order. We entered another door and found a secretary.

“How can I help you?”

“I have an appointment at 10.”

“Name?” She pored over papers on her desk, but could not find me. “What kind of surgery?”

“Oh. Hand is across the hall. You will see the sign: “DAY SURGERY–Eynayim.”

Eynayim of course means “Eyes.” I pointed this out.

“That’s where they do hands,” she explained. Good to know.

We crossed the hall and saw the sign for DAY SURGERY- EYES. Inside was a functional number dispenser. Shortly, my number was called. The electric door opened, and I entered.

“Name?” asked the secretary. I told her. She scanned her papers but could not find it. ”What kind of surgery?” “Hand.” “For hand you go up to the 5th floor,” she said, then promptly caught herself. “Wait a moment,” she said. “Ah, I see. We are at Day Surgery B. You need to be across the hall at Day Surgery A.”

“I just came from there,” I said. “They told me to........

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