Papa Cat got carted off to hospital yesterday after some sort of heart attackish thingy. Not very big, but there is some damage. Have spent the last 36 hours walking past and under signs saying Emergency and Resuscitation and Critical Care, writing book reviews in hospital corridor chairs using the Notes application on my iPhone, and sending texts to my sisters saying things like 'Have you got his Gold Card?' and 'I'm in the cafeteria, where are you??!'
Tonight he is, as they say, resting comfortably: under observation in a quiet ward, no surgery or anything. But a doctor saying "I've looked at his ECG's and I didn't like what I saw" is a doctor whose face not even a mother could love.
Best wishes to you both. Hope the health issues come to a satisfactory resolution.
ReplyDeleteBut whatever happens - and if my mother is any guide - I'm sure your father is very grateful that you are there for him.
TFA
oh, those cafeterias
ReplyDeletetake care, pc - of yourself and your dad
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Best wishes to Papa Cat from someone on the other side of the world whom neither of you knows. Such is the power of the Internet.
ReplyDeleteMy dad just got outta there,
ReplyDeleteso I hope yours does too.
My best wishes to him.
Oh poo! Not fun for either of you. Best wishes to him, and I hope it doesn't throw you around too much as well.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes to you and yours. Keep your chin up.
ReplyDeleteHaving spent some time in those cafeterias when my dad was in hospital I sympathise. Hope Papa Cat recovers real soon.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear of this - best wishes to both of you. My dad did something similar very recently and we all decided that a cardiologist puzzled for four days is Not A Good Thing.
ReplyDeleteBut things get better - good luck.
Bugger. Best wishes for you and your dad, PC. Hoping for a quick and sure recovery for him.
ReplyDeleteHope you both get away from the hospital food and the machines that go ping very soon. Whatever you do, avoid the hospital cafeteria quiche.
ReplyDeletegood luck Pav and poppacat
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Oh I'm sorry! How awful. All the best. Hospitals somehow the worst place for sick people.
ReplyDeleteOh no, poor Pav. Trying to think in a hospital cafeteria is so hard. Was there a telly blaring reality shows the whole time?
ReplyDeleteHope your father is home safe and sound soon.
Thank youse all for your lovely messages and thoughts. As Barry says, such is the power of the interwebs.
ReplyDelete3C, Modbury's cafeteria is not at all bad, surprisingly. St Andrews, not so much. But the latter is much quieter and his own cardiologist consults there. Nonetheless I am avoiding all quiche -- the fresh buttered Balfours cinnamon scroll was more than acceptable after being up for 3 hours with no food, though it did cross my mind that (genetics being what they are and the father being where he was) I should have asked for a lettuce leaf and then gone for a brisk walk round the car park. Mary B, the telly had a live broadcast of Dr Chris O'Brien's state funeral and then Gordon Ramsay being humiliated, so it could have been much worse.
Best wishes to you and your Dad.
ReplyDeleteMy own had a stroke in Jan. and was in hospital for 4 weeks. The Gold Card was handed over the first day,went missing, and mysteriously re-appeared on the last day!
Best wishes, PC and all.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes to both of you Dr. Cat.
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ReplyDeleteOh dear. Take care PC.
ReplyDeleteOnly really writing to say that the word verification is 'dersaint' which must be a good sign. Best wishes. thinking of you.
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except that it wouldn't accept my version of dersaint, and now wants vericu
Oh no. Warm hugs to you both. Take care.
ReplyDeleteSorry to read of this drama. Take care.
ReplyDeleteHope things are looking up for you both this evening. Eat whatever makes you feel better.
ReplyDeleteWhat Mindy said.
ReplyDeleteAnd look after your dad, and yourself.
Oh no. Thinking of you and your Dad.
ReplyDeleteY'know, we're just up Glen Osmond Rd if you need a break / glass of wine / quick shower / meal / nearby bed for the night / nice cup of tea / sit down in a chair with a cat on your lap. We're about 5 minutes drive from St Andrews.
Deborah, that is a most lovely offer, thank you. I managed to miss the non-turnoff heading east down South Tce today and found myself accidentally heading for the hills, the way one does, so I probably practically drove past your house.
ReplyDeleteThanks again to all for solidarity and good wishes. There is now cautious optimism as the cardiologist says that although one scan report is still to come, he's fairly sure it's nowhere near as bad as the initial diagnosis. WV is 'mistenda' which seems more or less accurate in several different interpretations.
Thinking of you, PC. Sorry to hear this.
ReplyDeleteWV says it all, just about: mered
ReplyDeleteHope all is good news for you and your dad now. (somehow missed this post earlier: mered).
Having been immured with essay marking, and now temporarily on the lam enough to catch up on blogs, I hope it isn't too late to wish your father a quick return to full health.
ReplyDeleteLadies, mered indeed, but he is home and much better, indeed fully recovered apart from residual tiredness. I think he mainly got a nasty fright.
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