Last night was spent here – Gilbert Bain Hospital’s Accident & Emergency Department (or GBH, as it is locally known!)
OH has a filthy cold and it seemed to be finally abating when he woke up with chest pain. Luckily I was already awake so I drove him tout de suite to A&E.
I don’t muck around when I hear the words “chest pain”. It is not for me to make a diagnosis and professionals are much better equipped to look after OH than me.
I have sat in many A&E’s over the years for various children, friends, relatives, even myself but it never ceases to cheer me up that GBH A&E is almost always empty. No queuing with the great unwashed.
Just a mug of tea, two types of dunkable biccies and the remote control (I watched Highway to Heaven).
After some tests, they decided to keep OH in for the night and I drove home. It was the scariest drive ever. I genuinely thought the car was broken. I had no control at all and, calling on all my ancestors, I managed to drive slowly home at 20mph. I think there was black ice everywhere and my nerves were in shreds.
Anyway, the upshot is that OH is now coming home on the bus having been discharged with nothing found. He will go back for more tests.
Oh yes, as we left at 03:00, I saw Iacs standing by himself eating the silage bale. When I got home at 07:00, I saw Iacs still by himself and still eating the silage bale!
He looked like Ermintrude.