Post #4465421
2026-05-15 17:16 UTC
Yes, what happened to me and my family was a long time ago. But the scars remain.
I'll never forgive the staff involved, the hospital management who fobbed us off and who said "You wouldn't dare go to the press".
Because I did dare. And got my pound of flesh, so to speak.
And one hell of a raging hangover the next day after hitting my favourite rock bar for a celebratory beverage or two.
Were I Klingon, that would have been a victory worthy of song.
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@captainblack@hachyderm.io 2026-05-15 18:28
The scars remain and so do the memories. Whoa, did not expect that rush of memories and emotions. But when I think of my grandfather and stepfather now, I like to think they'd be happy that I fix things for people. Not in the physical DIY sense, but colleagues come to me, rely on me, to fix their telecoms stuff. I'm not helpdesk any more, but my reputation from those days remains. "Jamie, thank Christ it's you come to sort this!" is something I've heard a few times. Which is kind of grounding and reassuring right now. Have a good weekend y'all.