A collage I made last week.
The hospital sent Freddie home last night by taxi.
He walked in at 9.20pm. Tired and hungry but OK.
I made him a hot drink and some ham sandwiches while he rested.
I had three different doctors ring me yesterday from the hospital. 2pm. 4pm. and 7pm.
They all asked loads of questions about Freddie and when I asked questions I realised I had three different and fairly conflicting reports! The third doctor even asked to speak to my daughter. When I said she doesn't live here he wanted to speak to Freddie's next-of-kin. I said I was his wife and as far as I can recollect I am his next of kin.
What a ludicrous situation! Is there no communication between doctors? And this is a large teaching hospital! I must have a little intelligence to make sense of it all!
I sent him in after having another minor stroke and they were treating him for something else.
A problem that stares them in the eye they all ignored.
Apparently another letter will be sent to his GP and we shall go from there.....
Meanwhile we've got to try and carry on as normally as possible and we can only trust in the Lord
and live each and every day.
Thank you so much dear friends for your continuing good wishes and prayers.
Love and Big Hugs