How wrong was I about last Thursday?!

A rough chronological rundown of last Thursday:


11.30 Phone call from Mother in doc’s surgery (she had an emergency appointment - turns out she was injured by a mammogram a few weeks ago). Father being taken to Hospital, Blood Pressure V. Low & breathless. I panic, phone Spud and blub a bit.

1ish Get to hospital. Can't find Dad on reception, fear that Mother may have made ambulance do detour to Sainsburys. Find Mum in waiting room, Dad being wheeled past to have chest x-ray.

Time gets a bit hazy after this - Told that Dad has clot on his lung. He's given an injection of fast acting blood-thinner in his stomach. Me and Spud look away. I can see Mum’s thought bubble ‘Casualty Live! The Musical’.

Tea trolley arrives - He grins, the grin of a Tea-Pot Head denied his fix for several hours. Dad necks a cuppa down in one. His blood pressure rises. NHS may consider IV PG-Tips as treatment for pensioners.

4.30 Go to Mum & Dad's to pick up jimjams, toothbrush & sudukos - at this point he's staying in overnight.

4.40 Scoff fish and chips from chippy.

5.30ish Phone call from Dad - he's having blood test at 8, if it's ok he can come home at 9.

5.35ish Tell mother it's great she's so positive, but we ought to take Dad's jammys just in case.

5.40ish Uncle Barney says we should put a blue light on the LoveBus because it's been to 3 different hospitals in 2 months.

6.45ish Get back to Hospital. Dad in waiting room fully clothed (previously in fetching hospital gown).

Wait, wait, wait. In this period, mother extracts an old lady's life story, her address and those of her children and grandchildren.

Spud says he's going to start paying for BUPA - Mothers laughs so hard, she clutches her right breast 'Stop it. It hurts when I laugh' - possibility she may have weed herself (not asking if she did)

Wait, wait wait. Mother moans like a pensioner.

11.20 At last! Dad given the OK to go home

Drop folks off safely. (Feeling guilty that getting in and out of Lovebus is taking its toll on Mum's knees)

Get home - Chow outside waiting and crying. Next-door's cat asleep on our bed. Takes 10 minutes of chasing, bouncing on a bed and making loud noises to get rid of him. Bed 1.10AM.

Dad feels fine Friday. He and Mum went dancing.