12th December 2019
I think I have spent more time visiting Holland hospital than any in the UK, and I notched up another this evening.
We had a different day than we usually have by doing some Christmas shopping down in the town. Of course we picked up a dresser, and did a Goodwill run as well, and dropped in to see how Kelli’s mum was doing.
I did a bit more sorting in the basement whilst Kelli was doing stuff upstairs.
I was looking forward to a quiet evening, a hot shower and a coffee.
Later in the evening Kelli received a text from her mother, so she had to go and see what the problem was.
An hour or so later Kelli called me to say that her mother had been taken to hospital because she had come over a bit shaky, and as a precaution the emergency services were called. Often the first to arrive is the fire engine with it’s lights flashing to alert the neighbours and get them looking out their windows. There is nothing subtle about their arrival. Then the paramedics turn up with more flashing lights just to make the spectacle complete. Thankfully I was not there for that performance, but Kelli called me to let me know the latest saga.
I hurriedly changed into some warm clothes and waited for Kelli to return so that we could both go to A&E.
It was past 10.00pm when we got there, Georgia was in room seven surrounded by medical staff and monitoring equipment.
Within just over an hour the panic was over, she was discharged, so we drove her back home.
After making sure she was tucked up in bed we drove back to our place, our heads buzzing with all the excitement, certainly not ready for sleep.
Another Lifetime to go 