A very tired Dad phones me. Mum’s just been diagnosed as having a DVT and is in hospital.
It’s a rather large clot apparently and is well on its way towards her heart and lungs. Thank God they found it in time.
In the evening I manage to speak to Mum, who is bearing up ok all things considering, but hates being in hospital and is thinking some very un-Christian thoughts as she puts it, about the woman opposite who constantly shouts for the nurse.
Hopefully Mum may get moved to a proper ward yet. On the acute observation ward where she is currently everyone is apparently being terrible lovely, but aren’t experienced in coping with someone with MS or similar and it’s very noisy.
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