valorous idylls chapter 9
They Say That Naas Is A Terrible Place
The neighbours take me to Naas hospital where we sign some forms and posit ourselves in the waiting room at the Accident And Emergency Department.
It is a quiet night because of the nurses strike.
Only a few other people there.
A young Muslim family trying to get one of their children admitted and some stringy looking street toughs fresh from the Monday night fight looking to be patched up.
I sip a coffee and think.
My spider senses are tingling.
I'm reviewing my list of mental reservations about Naas hospital.
Why exactly have I reservations about Naas hospital...
Okay.
Where I'm sitting is just yards from where paramedics murdered a 79 year old patient called Christy Byrne by setting an ambulance on fire with him in 2016.
We're within walking distance of the wards upstairs where Nurse Noreen Mulholland tortured and murdered at least two patients, John Gethings (aged 77) and Seamus Doherty (aged 80), during her rampage in 2003.
Also an alcoholic man told me when I was a teenager that there was a devil worship ring active in the hospital.
And just a few years ago, I personally witnessed a nurse pleasuring herself by deliberately causing pain to an old age pensioner as she took a blood sample from him. Middle aged, hard faced nurse, with blonde/russet hair cropped short, and a distinctive Celtic circlet tattoo on her upper arm. She'd taken a blood sample, then spotted that the man was wearing a cross. She said: "I need to take some more." She jabbed a needle into his arm, gleefully, leaning close and staring into his eyes with a maniacal gloating expression in her own eyes. I was right there. It happened as I have described it.
The hospital does have a very bad reputation in the hinterland going back further than any of this.
It's become a part of local folklore really.
A proverbially dangerous place to be treated.
Anything else making me uneasy...
Well it's a picadillo.
Hardly worth mentioning.
A thing of nothing.
During the last nurses strike I drove up to the picket line around this very hospital and shouted: "Go back to work you lazy overpaid ****s."
Surely the nurses wouldn't have taken that personally.
After all I've never played favourites.
I've done precisely the same thing to the cops and the teachers during their respective and repetitive strike action smash and grabs on the nation.
Ho hum.
On a lighter note it's only a few weeks since I suggested in my public writings that the security staff at Naas hospital are gangland connected.
And here I am for treatment.
What could possibly go wrong!
All in all I'd rather be in Philadelphia.
The neighbours take me to Naas hospital where we sign some forms and posit ourselves in the waiting room at the Accident And Emergency Department.
It is a quiet night because of the nurses strike.
Only a few other people there.
A young Muslim family trying to get one of their children admitted and some stringy looking street toughs fresh from the Monday night fight looking to be patched up.
I sip a coffee and think.
My spider senses are tingling.
I'm reviewing my list of mental reservations about Naas hospital.
Why exactly have I reservations about Naas hospital...
Okay.
Where I'm sitting is just yards from where paramedics murdered a 79 year old patient called Christy Byrne by setting an ambulance on fire with him in 2016.
We're within walking distance of the wards upstairs where Nurse Noreen Mulholland tortured and murdered at least two patients, John Gethings (aged 77) and Seamus Doherty (aged 80), during her rampage in 2003.
Also an alcoholic man told me when I was a teenager that there was a devil worship ring active in the hospital.
And just a few years ago, I personally witnessed a nurse pleasuring herself by deliberately causing pain to an old age pensioner as she took a blood sample from him. Middle aged, hard faced nurse, with blonde/russet hair cropped short, and a distinctive Celtic circlet tattoo on her upper arm. She'd taken a blood sample, then spotted that the man was wearing a cross. She said: "I need to take some more." She jabbed a needle into his arm, gleefully, leaning close and staring into his eyes with a maniacal gloating expression in her own eyes. I was right there. It happened as I have described it.
The hospital does have a very bad reputation in the hinterland going back further than any of this.
It's become a part of local folklore really.
A proverbially dangerous place to be treated.
Anything else making me uneasy...
Well it's a picadillo.
Hardly worth mentioning.
A thing of nothing.
During the last nurses strike I drove up to the picket line around this very hospital and shouted: "Go back to work you lazy overpaid ****s."
Surely the nurses wouldn't have taken that personally.
After all I've never played favourites.
I've done precisely the same thing to the cops and the teachers during their respective and repetitive strike action smash and grabs on the nation.
Ho hum.
On a lighter note it's only a few weeks since I suggested in my public writings that the security staff at Naas hospital are gangland connected.
And here I am for treatment.
What could possibly go wrong!
All in all I'd rather be in Philadelphia.
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