Hubby was discharged this afternoon with a wad of ECGs, some nitro spray and enough perforations to imitate a tea bag.
The good news is that it was NOT a heart attack, and the Xray showed his lungs are clear.
They think it could be to do with angina as he was diagnosed with Stable Angina a year or so ago, but the HHA didn’t pursue it when he damn well should have. Still, Hubby will be sent an outpatient’s appointment with the cardio department who will take it from there.
Once again the GP system has let us down.
Both of us are shattered, so I’ve packed Hubby off to bed nice and early so that he can catch up. He managed to get a few hours sleep at the hospital, but it was patchy. The staff looked after him though, sandwiches and plenty of cups of tea. One said he was one of the nicest patients they’d had. Hubby’s like that, always appreciative, co-operative and tries not to give anyone a hard time.
We stopped off on the way home to give Maggie a wee just before 6, but she’ll need a final one before I can retire, that is if she co-operates. It’s chucking it down with rain now, so as soon as there’s a break in it, she will be taken into the back garden to perform.
I’ve got about 30 things to catch up on in my reader and I just won’t be able to do it, though I will give it my best shot. Any new challenges will be carried over again, unless I can come up with some decent one liners!
If Hubby feels up to it, we may have a field trip to Skeg tomorrow to get Maggie’s new baby and there was something else, but I can’t remember what it was. I’m going to have to have post it pads and pens all over the place if my memory gets any worse. as I seem to be going through a lot of CRAFT (Can’t Remember A Flippin’ Thing) moments just now.
Got a call from the surgery about my bone density scan. The receptionist told me that the doctor had said it was OK to tell me that it was normal. I told her I’d speak to her again in two years then.