Post 505. A DISTURBING START TO MAY

LANDED ME

IN HOSPITAL AGAIN.
Last Wednesday night, suddenly cursed by haematuria, I was admitted to hospital. I was lucky. The entire procedure ran smoothly. Some ten minutes after Maureen's 999 call an ambulance arrived at our door and two reassuringly amiable and competent paramedics, Dani and Jez, took over. They did their stuff: bleeding persisted. A&E in the ambulance accompanied by Mo.  Medical preparation and admission arrangements undertaken. Then lucky again. St. Helen's Ward, Single room. Consultant Mr. W. Akhter and a friendly,  efficient, staff who could not have been more kind and concerned. A couple of days treatment and our son was able to collect me and bring me home. Nobody wants to land in hospital like that, but those lovely hospital people came as close as possible to making it a pleasurable experience, I thank them all. 
Now I'm back, safe and reasonably sound, with Mo keeping her eye on me.
That, my friends, is good luck.
All the best to you.

Take nothing for granted.