I love the NHS

Not much happens in this little village, so the sound of a siren is headlines.  Either it is an ambulance coming to take someone to hospital or the police chasing someone through the twisty lanes as they drive 'the backway' home after drinking that extra pint.

The siren this morning came straight here and it is a most pleasing noise.   GW felt a tightening across the chest and constriction in his throat. 

- I think I'll drive to the A&E in Dorchester.
- Mmmm ... I think not.  I will call you an ambulance.
- Let me think about it.
- You have three minutes.
(Three minutes later)
- Perhaps you had better ring them.

So ring I did and got a comforting and competent voice on the 'phone asking for details and then asking if it was possible to talk to GW.  In the meantime the ambulance was on its way.  In under 10 minutes it arrived, the crew jumped out, collected all their bags and within three minutes he was hooked up to the ECG machine, blood pressure and lots of other beepy machines.  Half an hour later off he went to the hospital.

They ran tests on him through the morning, he is now in a ward chatting to everyone (I'm sure they will discharge him just to get rid of the talking!), and he is waiting for more blood tests to be done this evening as apparently the enzymes peak at 6pm - don't ask me, I know nothing about it.

He is staying in overnight as something did show up on the first lot of blood tests and they might even keep him in for a couple of days.

I am delighted he is in hospital as that is where one needs to be and funnily enough I am not too worried - if he was feeling dodgy at home I would really be panicky.  He has free local 'phone calls, he was studying the menu and wondering whether someone would bring him a wine list, so tomorrow I will either collect him or take in grapes!

Thank you the NHS - you have been brilliant, caring, efficient and kind.