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Well Friday was quite a day.
Ooh 6.6
GP surgery called about half an hour before my double appointment asking if I still wanted it. I did. It went well.
Referral to dermatology for Sid not Sid had been made and in fact I was called by derm a little later yesterday but couldn’t take the call.
GP answered all the medical record related questions that the police raised and they’re compiling what’s needed and will send it over to me when it’s ready. And she’s corrected the error on my NHS record where my ethnicity was logged as Black, Other.
Was going to head down to the coast for a bracing walk in the afternoon but instead spent the rest of the day at the London Hospital.
Dad tripped over a bollard in Tesco car park and lost his footing. He broke his fall with his head and was taken to the hospital. My brother called me to let me know so I went to sit with him and mum. Nothing I could really do but at times like this my job is to be a rational adult, comfort both of them, supply a liberal dose of sarcastic humour.
Upshot of the multiple scans etc is that dad’s broken his skull (back and side). No damage to vertebrae which is good. Also broken the eye socket which is one huge bruise. Luckily it’s the eye that he has almost no sight in anyway rather than the good one.
Unlikely to need anything more than time to heal the skull fractures but they’re not entirely sure that he won’t need a plate fitted. He suggested a jug or bowl would be more useful so you can see where I get my sense of humour from.
He’s being kept in for neuro observation for at least 48 hours (but I’m thinking it’ll be longer) as there are bleeds on the brain and bruising to the brain in the temporal lobe mainly so they want to monitor those closely.
I put mum in an Uber home last night and I came home about 11pm.
I have just called the hospital and he’s still in the resus room rather than the neuro ward. I’ll head down there now and take him a book.
So yeah, quite the day yesterday.
Ooh 6.6
GP surgery called about half an hour before my double appointment asking if I still wanted it. I did. It went well.
Referral to dermatology for Sid not Sid had been made and in fact I was called by derm a little later yesterday but couldn’t take the call.
GP answered all the medical record related questions that the police raised and they’re compiling what’s needed and will send it over to me when it’s ready. And she’s corrected the error on my NHS record where my ethnicity was logged as Black, Other.
Was going to head down to the coast for a bracing walk in the afternoon but instead spent the rest of the day at the London Hospital.
Dad tripped over a bollard in Tesco car park and lost his footing. He broke his fall with his head and was taken to the hospital. My brother called me to let me know so I went to sit with him and mum. Nothing I could really do but at times like this my job is to be a rational adult, comfort both of them, supply a liberal dose of sarcastic humour.
Upshot of the multiple scans etc is that dad’s broken his skull (back and side). No damage to vertebrae which is good. Also broken the eye socket which is one huge bruise. Luckily it’s the eye that he has almost no sight in anyway rather than the good one.
Unlikely to need anything more than time to heal the skull fractures but they’re not entirely sure that he won’t need a plate fitted. He suggested a jug or bowl would be more useful so you can see where I get my sense of humour from.
He’s being kept in for neuro observation for at least 48 hours (but I’m thinking it’ll be longer) as there are bleeds on the brain and bruising to the brain in the temporal lobe mainly so they want to monitor those closely.
I put mum in an Uber home last night and I came home about 11pm.
I have just called the hospital and he’s still in the resus room rather than the neuro ward. I’ll head down there now and take him a book.
So yeah, quite the day yesterday.
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