Plans can change in the twinkling of an eye, and things certainly changed here today - we were looking forward to our trip to Stamford, and our meeting with our blogging friends, and the weather was looking promising too. We were almost ready to start off when it all went pear-shaped and the FH collapsed rather suddenly on the driveway, up against the garage. I managed to get him into the house, called the doctor and an ambulance, and the short story is that he is back in Peterborough City Hospital, on the cardiac ward. The diagnosis at the moment tonight, according to blood tests, is that he has had a heart attack. They are going to do more tests tomorrow when the cardiology team take charge of him. We left him there this evening, in an ensuite single room, sitting up in bed, eating chicken curry, on oxygen and a drip, but looking a good deal more pink than he did this morning.
He was disappointed not to get to the appointment and to meet A & E afterwards, but hopefully we will be able to do that another time. For now he is in the best place, and I am off to the best place for me tonight - bed! Toodle pip, and thanks for being there, all of you xx
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