A QUICK TRIP OUT WITH AN OLD BUDDY.
They go out once a week, my Mo (current picture above) and her buddy, Mo Andrews (Mo A). They go on a Thursday or Friday morning and take turns over who drives their car. They have tea and a snack at one or another of their favourite hidey-holes where they catch up on family news and put the world to rights. Last week they decided to visit the recently relocated Farmer Jack's (now Harvey Browns) at Hale Manor Farm. Mo A. drove them there. They didn't get inside.
As they made their way up to the building my Mo suddenly lost balance and fell forward to land on the side of her face on the concrete path. It happened quickly and inexplicably.
The people at Harvey Browns couldn't have been more kind and concerned (offering to ring for an ambulance) and Mo A, who has nursing experience, couldn't have been a better buddy. Declining the ambulance offer and the waiting time that would entail, she settled my Mo back into the car, drove her to St. Mary's A & E, and remained with her while a whole range of medical tests were undertaken. The doctors, nurses, and entire hospital staff were decisive and thorough. There was the initial check-up, the blood pressure assessment, the blood test, the ECG, the scan...You name it, they did it. And one right after the other. They then discharged her with all the requisite advice regarding dizziness, drowsiness etc. It was text book competence.
Mo A then drove her home and joined us for a fish and chip dinner before heading back to her own neck of the woods to feed her cats and, hopefully, enjoy a peaceful end to the day.
All you can you say is thank you to a buddy like that.
My lovely Mo has a lump of a bruise on the side of her head to accompany that shocking black eye, but is her usual determined not-to-be-beaten self in dealing with it.
If you're the praying type, say one for her, eh?
As they made their way up to the building my Mo suddenly lost balance and fell forward to land on the side of her face on the concrete path. It happened quickly and inexplicably.
The people at Harvey Browns couldn't have been more kind and concerned (offering to ring for an ambulance) and Mo A, who has nursing experience, couldn't have been a better buddy. Declining the ambulance offer and the waiting time that would entail, she settled my Mo back into the car, drove her to St. Mary's A & E, and remained with her while a whole range of medical tests were undertaken. The doctors, nurses, and entire hospital staff were decisive and thorough. There was the initial check-up, the blood pressure assessment, the blood test, the ECG, the scan...You name it, they did it. And one right after the other. They then discharged her with all the requisite advice regarding dizziness, drowsiness etc. It was text book competence.
Mo A then drove her home and joined us for a fish and chip dinner before heading back to her own neck of the woods to feed her cats and, hopefully, enjoy a peaceful end to the day.
All you can you say is thank you to a buddy like that.
My lovely Mo has a lump of a bruise on the side of her head to accompany that shocking black eye, but is her usual determined not-to-be-beaten self in dealing with it.
If you're the praying type, say one for her, eh?
I potter around trying not to be too helpless. Off to watch the box with her now.
And that's enough about us for this month.
And that's enough about us for this month.
Enjoy your street party if you are having one.
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