Sorry, I know everyone has problems, and some of them are worse than mine, but how’s this for a week?
Last Tuesday I had a phone call as I was packing parcels in the shop. Julia had collapsed at work and they had called an ambulance. They were using words like “fit” and “seizure”, which didn’t seem hopeful. (Despite this, you do not need to worry – she is fine).
Eventually the ambulance arrived, checked her out and took her off to Queen’s Medical Centre. Having established where she was going, I took a taxi to the hospital. Parking provision is poor at the hospital and, if anything, has become worse over the last few years. It is quicker to take a taxi than find parking. Of course, that would be the morning when they had an idiot on the switchboard and a glitch with the system.
It took twenty minutes for the taxi to arrive, but seemed longer.
At A&E I queued to find out where she was.
As I did so, I heard her say, “Hello.”
Looking round, I saw Julia standing next to me as if it was completely normal to take an ambulance to hospital and scare me to death.
“You’re supposed to be ill,” I said. “I thought you’d be lying on a trolley looking poorly.”
“They needed the trolley for somebody else.”
Forsythia and Photinia “Red Robin” – can’t remember the exact names
I took this to be a good sign. I was to be the only good thing to happen in the next four hours. They took her blood pressure, which was high. I am not surprised, mine was probably high too. Hospitals, worries and the cost of taxis will do that.
Then they took a blood sample.
In front of us a man moaned in pain as he sat in a wheelchair. Behind us a woman moaned about her Sky TV contract. Her son-in-law tried to explain it to her and her daughter added a few random complaints of her own.
The TV on the wall droned on about corona virus, the information screen kept increasing the waiting time estimate and the Sky TV contract continued causing concern.
Eventually she saw a doctor. While I sat and waited I tried to read, but the complaints about Sky TV cut my concentration to ribbons. The man in the wheelchair got up and went to the toilet. At that time, of course, he was called through to see a doctor. It never fails.
There were two manacled criminals in the waiting area. They both had two police officers with them. I checked with one of our customers when I saw him later in the week – they have to have two police with them for health and safety reasons in case friends of the prisoner launch a rescue attempt. No wonder we’re short of police on the street.
The doctor told Julia she would have to consult with the rest of her team as she couldn’t find anything wrong. So we waited and the man with the mother-in-law was called through. I’d assumed they had come with the older lady, but no, the womenfolk were simply treating it as an outing.
He was soon out, having been told that his chest pain was probably due to a bout of coughing he’d had in the morning. At the word “cough” we all moved away from him.
He said the doctor had advised him not to lift anything heavy, so he was clearly going to be OK if he had to carry his IQ.
Daffodils at Mencap garden
Shortly after that Julia was called through to the doctor again and told they definitely couldn’t find anything wrong apart from dehydration (because she doesn’t look after herself). We went for a coffee and had a lemon tart whilst the hospital pharmacy sorted out some aspirin before taking a taxi home.
All in all it was a worrying day and one I wouldn’t want to repeat. It was, though, just the beginning…
The photos are random yellow flowers from the last week. I haven’t taken many photos.
Disclaimer – no wives were hurt in the writing of this blog.
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I am so sorry you had such a scare, Simon but I’m pleased Julia seems alright now. It could have been dehydration as that can make me feel awful. Best wishes to you both and I hope you continue to keep well. 🙂
Thank you. I hope you are all keeping well too.
Yes we are, thank you Simon. 🙂
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That sounds like a terrifying day. I sure hope Julia is well.
So far, so good. 🙂
Stay safe and keep smilin’…..
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Thank you – hope you are keeping well too. These are strange times.
Holy cats! My breath caught as I read the beginning of this post. Thank goodness everything turned out all right. Best, best to Julia! And to you.
I hope it was only momentary. I was practising my literary techniques and ramping up the tension. She is well thanks, though we are not actually sure what is wrong.
Phew! I was really scared for you and Julia. Keep us posted!!!!!
See Part 2, which I just posted. Probably blood pressure, stress or dehydration. Or all three.
What a nightmare, Quercus. I wish you both well – I know you know that.
Thank you Derrick. It could have been a lot worse. It was a swift lesson in what is important in life.
So glad, Julia was okay (Gillian just told me Kenny Rogers has died) anyway, must have been a scary time, looking forward to part 2. I should feel bad about the fact that you’re going reveal some disastrous account and not look forward to it, so I’ll blame it on your humorous tale telling 😀😀
At one time I would have thought 81 was old. Now that it is just 20 years away I’m not so sure…
Nothing bad happens, just more annoying modern life, so no need to worry about looking forward to it. 🙂
Poor Quercus! I am glad Julia is alright. I hope dehydration was all it was. Coffee will not help that though, she might want to consider taking some juice or other electrolytes.
Thank you. We are on herbal teas at the moment, it seems to be working.
Goodness, if that was only the start, the rest of the day must have been terrible. What a shock for you both. I send my good wishes in the hope that they may help a bit.
Thank you – that was the worst bit. Things are getting better, though facing your own mortality is never fun.
No. Mrs T and I are not enjoying the present situation at all.
I can’t quite shake the idea that several thousand years of civilisation has boiled down to three months sitting at home watching TV as the human race fizzles out.
We would have needed a thicker skin to last as well as the dinosaurs did.
Hope things get better and wishing Julia all the best.
Thank you. Things seem to be getting better – though we may yet starve to death unless we start panic-buying.
Glad all seems to be fine. These are certainly challenging times – especially, as you point out, some of our fellow humans are a little lite in the IQ department.
🙂 Yes, it could have been a lot worse.