By the greatest good fortune and wonderful prompt care from the doctors and nurses at the Royal Sussex Hospital in Brighton I am recovering. If you are an old crock like me and you are going to be ill try to get into hospital in Brighton. The nursing is first class and even the hospital food is very palatable. Everything is done cheerfully with a smile.
The NHS is utterly reliant on nursing staff from foreign countries. Although, initially I thought we should leave the EU, for the sake of my young international family I voted Remain. I am glad I did!
Since coming home I continue to be nursed and fed and watered by Mike and Amanda in addition to all their other tasks. It is a pleasure to have my elder French grandson here to stay for part of his holidays - and it was lovely to see his little brother and their parents when they dropped him off.
I do as my mother told me and count my blessings.
Thursday 28 July 2016
Tuesday 12 July 2016
Sunday
Well here I am, living the life of Riley, lying down on a Sunday afternoon with a cup of tea and some biscuits, being waited on by smiling charming girls who seem to anticipate my every whim.
According to the press I am one of the thousands of elderly bed blockers and persons who need a lot of care from the NHS, to the detriment of the rest of the population. If you are lucky enough to end up as an emergency in the Royal Sussex County Hospital at Brighton, as I did late last Thursday night, NHS care is excellent and not at all how it is often portrayed in the media.
I've been slowing down a bit over the last few weeks which I had put down to old age. Reluctantly I followed my doctor's advice to come to hospital for tests to see what was wrong. How thankful I am that I did, because they are treating me and I am feeling much better and hoping to go home soon. I was suffering from a shortage of oxygen and a slowing down of the heart, which caused a build-up of fluid in my legs.
Talk about the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, on arrival here I was poked and pummelled in the most peculiar places, pierced with various needles and given strange pills to swallow - all done with the greatest good humour by nursing staff.
Amanda is thinking about taking up residence since she is here so often. Mike has been in attendance, keeping things going at home, and ferrying us to and fro. Roger came hotfoot when he heard I was in hospital and was relieved to see I was not at death's door.
I will blog again when I'm settled back at home.
According to the press I am one of the thousands of elderly bed blockers and persons who need a lot of care from the NHS, to the detriment of the rest of the population. If you are lucky enough to end up as an emergency in the Royal Sussex County Hospital at Brighton, as I did late last Thursday night, NHS care is excellent and not at all how it is often portrayed in the media.
I've been slowing down a bit over the last few weeks which I had put down to old age. Reluctantly I followed my doctor's advice to come to hospital for tests to see what was wrong. How thankful I am that I did, because they are treating me and I am feeling much better and hoping to go home soon. I was suffering from a shortage of oxygen and a slowing down of the heart, which caused a build-up of fluid in my legs.
Talk about the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, on arrival here I was poked and pummelled in the most peculiar places, pierced with various needles and given strange pills to swallow - all done with the greatest good humour by nursing staff.
Amanda is thinking about taking up residence since she is here so often. Mike has been in attendance, keeping things going at home, and ferrying us to and fro. Roger came hotfoot when he heard I was in hospital and was relieved to see I was not at death's door.
I will blog again when I'm settled back at home.
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