My Daddy

Well, my Dad has given us all a huge scare. He went into a small private hospital yesterday for a routine op on his legs. All went well until he got ready to leave and had, as my Mum described it, a 'funny turn'. There was one doctor between 50 patients at this place, and it took an hour for the doc to see him. Then it happened again, this time worse - he wasn't responding, had complained of chest pains etc. So he was taken by ambulance to a 'proper' hospital, where they told him he had either had a heart attack or a blood clot on his lungs. He had the scan this morning - blood clots on both lungs. And he passed out again, when they stupidly allowed him to walk to the bathroom. We've all had a big scare but hopefully now they know what they are dealing with, they can get on with his treatment and make sure he stays in bed.

In the meantime, there was one glimmer of humour in all this: the menu at the hospital (£1.29 for staff, £2.89 for visitors) was... wait for it... roast beef and horseradish risotto. Now, what could ANYONE have done to deserve THAT??