The National Health Service is forever getting a kicking, I’ve always found it to be nothing short of brilliant. Last Thursday Muddy had to have an operation on her foot to remove a lump that was pressing on a nerve. We pulled up outside the West Mendip Community Hospital a small but impressive modern building at midday.
The waiting area was just across from the tiny canteen. I thought it was a bit harsh all these people waiting for surgery who had been fasting since the night before having to endure all the lovely food smells wafting across the way. Mud grabbed my arm “See him over there – I’m sure that’s the surgeon who’s doing my op…. look he’s having a massive roast dinner… he’s going to be sleepy after eating all that… actually he looks quite tired already.”
I left Mud at 12:45, and asked what time I should be back to pick her up. I was surprised when the nurse said 2:15. I dashed home to have a bite to eat as I’d been fasting too out of solidarity and got back for 2pm. I was just queuing for a cup of tea when they called my name. “Is she awake?” “Oh yes wide awake and very perky.” The last time Mud had an op she rang my manager Doris whilst still on her anesthetic cloud to say she was staying in a marvelous hotel and to not forget to send posters to Hull. The staff were wonderful but I had to laugh when they produced a hideous black sandal to go over Mud’s massive heavily bandaged left foot. The look on her face was a picture, I told her it looked like it was supposed to go on the right foot. Apparently one size fits all.
We waited for her blood pressure to come up a bit, although as I pointed out I would be driving her home so it would most likely be normal if not high by the time we arrived. Muddy can’t drive for 3 weeks. The good news is I haven’t hit anything yet, so far I’ve managed a trip to Solihull to sing with The Midland Youth Jazz Orchestra plus the jaunt up to London for the radio show, both occasions made me realise just how much she does to help. Sometimes we all need to remember the help we get from others.
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