Rather Too Much Excitement
Olli and my son-in-law Gareth have not had the best couple of weeks.
Events started quietly yet assertively with the boiler in Gareth and Olli's house making the noise of a sad and dying boiler. It proved non-reparable and had to be replaced.
To add extra poignancy, Gareth's pay didn't go into his bank account thus enabling the benevolent well-wishers at Nat West Bank to charge him three hundred quid for not bouncing all Gareth and Olli's direct debits. Banks eh? How we love 'em.
Then Wendy the Teenage Kitten went missing for nearly twenty-four hours, just long enough to get everyone really worried about her, before returning, looking - - well, cute. Which is how she always looks.
Gareth and Olli were planning to travel to London yesterday by car to be in the audience for the recording of the excellent quiz QI, taking three others with them. So it was only fitting that on Friday the starter motor of the car packed up and they had to spend the day getting it mended.
Then on Friday night Gareth got a stomach ache. He waited for it to get better, but it didn't and eventually they realised that he simply was not going to be able to drive to London. So Olli got a lift with friends. Meanwhile, Gareth's stomach ache, which he'd originally thought was due to something he'd eaten, was beginning to seem really not a good thing at all.
Having asked him for a description of his symptoms, and having perhaps done one medical roleplay too many over the years, I arrived at a preliminary diagnosis of appendicitis. Gareth rang NHS Direct who suggested he should call an ambulance.
Stephen and I went to see him in hospital in York, where he was in terrible pain but seemed remarkably cheerful.
By yesterday evening he was an appendix-free zone. It had gangrene and had burst. Ewwwww.
Olli, of course, was in London (and yes, QI was excellent).
I hope that next week will prove less exciting for them both.
Events started quietly yet assertively with the boiler in Gareth and Olli's house making the noise of a sad and dying boiler. It proved non-reparable and had to be replaced.
To add extra poignancy, Gareth's pay didn't go into his bank account thus enabling the benevolent well-wishers at Nat West Bank to charge him three hundred quid for not bouncing all Gareth and Olli's direct debits. Banks eh? How we love 'em.
Then Wendy the Teenage Kitten went missing for nearly twenty-four hours, just long enough to get everyone really worried about her, before returning, looking - - well, cute. Which is how she always looks.
Gareth and Olli were planning to travel to London yesterday by car to be in the audience for the recording of the excellent quiz QI, taking three others with them. So it was only fitting that on Friday the starter motor of the car packed up and they had to spend the day getting it mended.
Then on Friday night Gareth got a stomach ache. He waited for it to get better, but it didn't and eventually they realised that he simply was not going to be able to drive to London. So Olli got a lift with friends. Meanwhile, Gareth's stomach ache, which he'd originally thought was due to something he'd eaten, was beginning to seem really not a good thing at all.
Having asked him for a description of his symptoms, and having perhaps done one medical roleplay too many over the years, I arrived at a preliminary diagnosis of appendicitis. Gareth rang NHS Direct who suggested he should call an ambulance.
Stephen and I went to see him in hospital in York, where he was in terrible pain but seemed remarkably cheerful.
By yesterday evening he was an appendix-free zone. It had gangrene and had burst. Ewwwww.
Olli, of course, was in London (and yes, QI was excellent).
I hope that next week will prove less exciting for them both.
2 Comments:
Poor old Gareth. Thank heavens that SuperMum was there to save the day! Fortunately Olli will be able to describe the QI experience in such detail that Gareth will feel like he had actually been in the audience and won't be the least bit regretful.
Wow, and I thought I had a lot going on here!
Glad Gareth is OK!
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