Well yesterday was an interesting day. I picked Kate up from the hairdressers and we went for a spin down to PC World. She'd metioned that her stomach was hurting a bit but like the little soldier she is, she wanted us to shop anyway and then head home. By the time we got home, she was doubled over in agony. After discussions with NHS Direct and the nice ambulance controllers, a rapid response man arrived at the door, closely followed by a couple of ambulance toting paramedics.
It's quite scary to see someone that you care about going through agony and being powerless to do anything about it. It's a real feeling of impotence. Sitting in the back of the ambulance while the paramedics first get out the gas and air and then the morphine, gave me the simultaneous feelings of being fascinated by what they were doing and petrified for Kate.
It's reassuring the way that they double check everything they do, includiing peering carefully at the 'best by' dates on the ampules of chemicals that they're just about to plug into the little plastic tube in Kate's arm. No special reduced bargains here; they've all got long dates on.
After a trip to the hospital and a battery of tests, I'm glad to say that all is well and Kate is again firing on all cylinders. Let's hope we don't have to see one of those NHS buses again.
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