Spare a thought for my wife tonight. And me, while you're about it. Before the Doctor discharged Jenny from A&E this afternoon he gave us a booklet entitled Head Injuries: Discharge Advice. In a nutshell, I've got to prod her awake every two hours and ask her who the Prime Minister is.
So how did we end up driving away from the hospital feeling like a pair of geriatrics? Walking home this morning, Jenny decided to do a random tensile test on the pavement. With her head. It would appear the footpath, comprising several layers of concrete & tarmacadem is just as hard as you would expect and afterwards showed no visible signs of her crash landing on it. Apart from the blood that is. Anyway, looking on the bright side, at least the emergency services, when they arrived, didn't have to draw chalk lines around her.
Ouch - hope all's on the mend at Medd Central soon
ReplyDeleteThank you M. She'll be back in harness before you know it.
DeleteAarghh, sounds nasty - my best wishes to Mrs Medd. Sending a virtual box of Belgian chocolates to you both!
ReplyDeleteThank you C. She's already half way through the virtual second layer.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear this John. Hopefully Mrs M is well on the mend by now and has recovered enough to stop being asked bloody silly questions by you every couple of hours.
ReplyDeleteThank you TS. My line of questioning teased out of her a middle name I wasn't aware David Cameron had; mind you, it was 4:00 am and It was the third time I'd asked her.
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