As I have previously mentioned, we have been having medical issues at the Manor.

First Herself was unceremoniously carted of in an ambulance for reasons that are still a bit vague.

Next I started the tiresome traipse to get something done with my nose.

By the end of the month things were settling into a sort of routine: Vincents were having a fine time dreaming up reasons not to release Herself and by chance I had found myself as an outpatient in the same hospital.

Then they complicated things by moving Herself to Loughlinstown. No one knows why. It just seems to be the way they do things.

This of course was capped by Penny’s “event”.

Yesterday I decided to tackle a small problem. For the last wee while I have been having mild dizzy spells. I phoned Doc and made an appointment for the afternoon. No problem. I decided to nip down to grab a coffee before the appointment.

I did feel a little strange as I entered. We had the usual greetings and then……. Nothing.

I found myself stretched out flat on the shop floor and a crowd gawping at me. I felt strangely undignified

Long story short: I am now a dual patient in Vincents, an outpatient upstairs and an inpatient downstairs. They are pumping me full of shit and doing every crazy test they can think of.

I didn’t get a glimmer of sleep.

They just announced the next step. I am to be shipped to the same hospital as Herself.

And typing out posts on a smartphone is hard work and not so smart.

It’s a funny old world.