Free at last! Free at last!

I've just spent the last 24 hours in the Medical Ward of Peterborough General Hospital! All last week I had been getting gripping chest pains and very clammy sweats after walking Maggie. However, on Friday morning they were a lot worse and did not go away on resting. I really took things easy on Friday and Pixie took me to my GP in the late afternoon.

My BP was being extremely silly at 190//125!!! and so I had instructions to get myself to a coronary care unit asap. Mendi rushed home from work and Pixie went to look after Alexi and Ivan. The drive to Peterborough was quite stressing and it seemed to take hours to do the 30 minute journey. Then it did take hours (3) before I was seen and admitted for observation.

We'd come prepared and I was wheeled into a 4-person room where I proceeded to get to sleep really quickly because I felt so rotten. However, I awoke at 02.30 to the arrival of an 80-year-old, loud, scottish alcoholic who had, had a bad fall and did not get back to sleep. It did let me see the lovely text message that Mendi had sent me after she'd driven home.

Morning took a long time to arrive and I had just drifted off to sleep by 06:00 when we were woken for observations. My BP had quietened down a bit, and I spent the next couple of hours eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Consultant. I wasn't eventually seen until after lunch and was told that I could be treated as an outpatient if I had a clear blood-test and ECG for any heart-damage to rule out any heart-attack.

This duly took another 5 hours, by which time I was climbing up the walls with boredom (I have a very, very short attention span!) Pixie arrived in the mid-afternoon to pick me up and got toungues wagging by giving me a big kiss and hug and snuggling up alongside me in the hospital bed in precisely the same way that Mendi had said goodnight to me!

The blood tests came back negative and I was very thankful to come home. I'm now under very strict orders from Mendi and Pixie to do nothing and I await more appointments at the hospital to confirm their provisional diagnosis of Angina - ho-bloody-humm! What a great couple of weeks it has been! - NOT!!!

Free at last! Free at last!

I've just spent the last 24 hours in the Medical Ward of Peterborough General Hospital! All last week I had been getting gripping chest pains and very clammy sweats after walking Maggie. However, on Friday morning they were a lot worse and did not go away on resting. I really took things easy on Friday and Pixie took me to my GP in the late afternoon.

My BP was being extremely silly at 190//125!!! and so I had instructions to get myself to a coronary care unit asap. Mendi rushed home from work and Pixie went to look after Alexi and Ivan. The drive to Peterborough was quite stressing and it seemed to take hours to do the 30 minute journey. Then it did take hours (3) before I was seen and admitted for observation.

We'd come prepared and I was wheeled into a 4-person room where I proceeded to get to sleep really quickly because I felt so rotten. However, I awoke at 02.30 to the arrival of an 80-year-old, loud, scottish alcoholic who had, had a bad fall and did not get back to sleep. It did let me see the lovely text message that Mendi had sent me after she'd driven home.

Morning took a long time to arrive and I had just drifted off to sleep by 06:00 when we were woken for observations. My BP had quietened down a bit, and I spent the next couple of hours eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Consultant. I wasn't eventually seen until after lunch and was told that I could be treated as an outpatient if I had a clear blood-test and ECG for any heart-damage to rule out any heart-attack.

This duly took another 5 hours, by which time I was climbing up the walls with boredom (I have a very, very short attention span!) Pixie arrived in the mid-afternoon to pick me up and got toungues wagging by giving me a big kiss and hug and snuggling up alongside me in the hospital bed in precisely the same way that Mendi had said goodnight to me!

The blood tests came back negative and I was very thankful to come home. I'm now under very strict orders from Mendi and Pixie to do nothing and I await more appointments at the hospital to confirm their provisional diagnosis of Angina - ho-bloody-humm! What a great couple of weeks it has been! - NOT!!!

My good deed for the day!

I've been taking things easy since I got home, but I have still done me good deed for the day. daemongirl has got her nasty sore throat and was feeling a lot of discomfort. I told her to go and gargle with some aspirin and she said, "What is gargling?"

I was quite bemused by all this and decide to give her a demonstration. She soon took herself upstairs to the bathroom to practice her new-found skill. Some moments later she came back downstairs with a cheeky smile plastered all over her face!

Not only had she perfected gargling, but she had gone one inevitable step further and developed gargling-a-tune!

My good deed for the day!

I've been taking things easy since I got home, but I have still done me good deed for the day. daemongirl has got her nasty sore throat and was feeling a lot of discomfort. I told her to go and gargle with some aspirin and she said, "What is gargling?"

I was quite bemused by all this and decide to give her a demonstration. She soon took herself upstairs to the bathroom to practice her new-found skill. Some moments later she came back downstairs with a cheeky smile plastered all over her face!

Not only had she perfected gargling, but she had gone one inevitable step further and developed gargling-a-tune!