A ride, Sir?

John’s favoured mode of transport these days seems to be an ambulance. For once, I haven’t gone with him, warned by the Paramedics that there would be a very long queue at Heartlands. And so it has turned out. John set off just after 7 o’clock and is still not inside the building as a I write at 20 past 10.

The MacMillan Nurse, Andrea, came to see us today and, based on the various symptoms we talked about, she said there were one or two red flags. Oh. She said she’d go and discuss John’s case with colleagues and phone us to let us know the outcome.

Half an hour later, Andrea phoned to say she’d organised an ambulance to take John to hospital. She suspects that John has compression of the spine, so an MRI scan is to be taken and decisions to be made as to what to do next. Well, they will make those decisions no doubt, whenever John manages to cross the hallowed portals of Heartlands, anyway!!

I found it difficult to stay at home and wave him off but, when I asked him if he wanted me to go with him, he said, “No.” I do hope they look after him.

Paul came over and kept us company for a while, which was lovely – and he, too, suggested that an early night might more helpful to me than sitting in a queue of patients and ambulances through to the early hours of the morning. So I acquiesced and am off to bed.

I had planned to write about the lovely times we’d had with the family over the weekend, but there we are. Hospital talk yet again.

Take care everyone. God bless.