nicho
RIP
There I was, enjoying the sunshine in Spain (working I might add), with SHMBO, enjoying a few days with her mother in Manchester, when I received a phone call to say that she (wife) had been rushed to hospital as an emergency admission in a poor state. Shot back to Alicante (incurring a 388 Euro speeding fine on the way - yes! 388 flaming Euro's for 118kph in a 60kph limit, caught by a hidden camera - saw the flash and thought it was lightning! - the police stopped me a mile further on), blagged my way onto a BMI flight to Manchester.
Arrived at hospital to find her with tubes in and out of her all over the place following an pretty big emergency op to remove bowel blockage. 48 hours later, she was in intensive care because they could not stop her blood pressure from dropping like a stone - really distressing to have to stand by, and watch your dear wife go through the mill that way.
Three weeks later, and I'm still in shock, having lived with my mother in law all that time (!!), but we finally returned home yesterday, though with a long convalescence ahead (though at least it was nothing 'sinister', which was a mighty relief). I have now been given the instruction books for operating the washing machine, the iron and the oven!! (they are more complicated than my combined radar/plotter!!) Meantime, I'm waiting for the next lot of clothes to come out of the dryer, and about to hoover the house, so I though I'd take a quick look at SB!! (see Jimi had a fright...) Not complaining really, 'cos the poor old girl feels really rough and will not be 100% for many weeeks evidently.
By the way, the Trafford Hospital (NHS) in Manchester is really superb - the medical and nursing staff get only the highest praise from us both for their kindness, expertise and attention. Is the NHS really as crap as we are led to believe, or were we just lucky?
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Arrived at hospital to find her with tubes in and out of her all over the place following an pretty big emergency op to remove bowel blockage. 48 hours later, she was in intensive care because they could not stop her blood pressure from dropping like a stone - really distressing to have to stand by, and watch your dear wife go through the mill that way.
Three weeks later, and I'm still in shock, having lived with my mother in law all that time (!!), but we finally returned home yesterday, though with a long convalescence ahead (though at least it was nothing 'sinister', which was a mighty relief). I have now been given the instruction books for operating the washing machine, the iron and the oven!! (they are more complicated than my combined radar/plotter!!) Meantime, I'm waiting for the next lot of clothes to come out of the dryer, and about to hoover the house, so I though I'd take a quick look at SB!! (see Jimi had a fright...) Not complaining really, 'cos the poor old girl feels really rough and will not be 100% for many weeeks evidently.
By the way, the Trafford Hospital (NHS) in Manchester is really superb - the medical and nursing staff get only the highest praise from us both for their kindness, expertise and attention. Is the NHS really as crap as we are led to believe, or were we just lucky?
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