To Barnet Hopsital

Odd scenes this morning at Kenny Towers. Nurse Lorraine boiled scissors and got her medical kit out and cut an irritating skin tag off my inside thigh. It didn't hurt, but bled a bit.

Shortly after, Mum called me having fallen at home, hitting the exact same spot on her forehead as she had done in Station Road before Christmas. She was bleeding and wondering what to do next. I told her to call 999 immediately, while I held on, on the iPad. Later an ambulance arrived for her, and they took her to Barnet hospital. 

Lorraine and I had already cancelled all our plans and left home, and we found her in Barnet hospital's A&E department, and spent the day with Mum, as she was given assorted scans, blood tests, ECG, and blood pressures and so on had spoken to the Occupational Therapist. People asked her loads of questions.  I also sat with her while her face was injected and sewn up, which I found a bit disturbing. Another five stitches, as I remember it: one inside and four outside. She was bleeding quite a bit when the doctor was washing the wound.  I spoke to the Tobster who I'd been keeping in the loop. Having Lorraine there was an absolute boon, as she feels okay in hospitals, and enabled me to have a break in the cafe once or twice, knowing someone would be with Mum.

Mum was treated excellently, kindly by everyone we met although the hospital was of course busy. Lorraine drove us all home, for cups of tea. Mum walking well, and pleased to be released into the wild. And to be at home. I asked her if she wanted me to stay over, but she didn't. So Lorraine set off home, pausing for a quick bite to eat in a service station a Nando's... (You don't have one for a decade, then you have two in a week). The restaurant was very cold, with its outside wall all glass.

Happy to be home and on the gold sofa.