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Quote from: Just One More on March 20, 2020, 06:26:34 AMThe biggest change for me is working from home as I am in the people "who are at increased risk of severe illness" grouping according to PHE. Amazing at how much more I can get on with without the constant, "I dont suppose you remember when... Do you have..." type interruptions over your shoulder all day long; but I do miss having a bigger screen Collecting medication from the Dr's was a little weird. A desk placed between the two sets of automatic doors with a sign, "STOP", do not pass go etc. The receptionist coming from the office towards the desk asking " What can I do for you?" She got the medication and told me she was going to slide it across the desk to meI came too close to the reality of the virus last week. Two weeks ago dad (86) had a heart block, collapsed injuring his nose, chest, shoulder and leg, and it took two hours for the ambulance to arrive. He had another last week and was rushed to hospital within 20 minutes this time. As they arrived at the hospital he had a heart attack, the crash team came running leaving my mum and two sisters wondering what was happening for 45 minutes before they said they had him "sorted". He was in resuss for a few hours then they took him across to the heart care unit. On arriving there he had a further heart attack, and again the crash team performed superbly. I was on a training course 200+ miles away when my sister called from outside A & E, I'll never forget hearing those sirens in the background as another ambulance arrived, I thought she was in the ambulance with dad and said "Dad's in a bad way" through her tearsI dashed up to Manchester to see dad and family, stopped there a couple of days till he was stronger, through the worst, and returned. On Saturday (I think) dad and two others picked up an "infection" which the staff thought was Covid and they were all put in isolation. It was four days before he got the negative results for Covid, and has now been returned to the heart care unit. As the days have passed he has been taken off the morphine (cracked ribs), oxygen mask removed, then later the oxygen tubes removed from the nostrils, he is finally eating, and all that remains now is that he can pee. Once that has occurred (a current concern for the Dr's, he can be moved to a "normal" ward. The last 10 days have been worrying to say the leastBloody hell!
The biggest change for me is working from home as I am in the people "who are at increased risk of severe illness" grouping according to PHE. Amazing at how much more I can get on with without the constant, "I dont suppose you remember when... Do you have..." type interruptions over your shoulder all day long; but I do miss having a bigger screen Collecting medication from the Dr's was a little weird. A desk placed between the two sets of automatic doors with a sign, "STOP", do not pass go etc. The receptionist coming from the office towards the desk asking " What can I do for you?" She got the medication and told me she was going to slide it across the desk to meI came too close to the reality of the virus last week. Two weeks ago dad (86) had a heart block, collapsed injuring his nose, chest, shoulder and leg, and it took two hours for the ambulance to arrive. He had another last week and was rushed to hospital within 20 minutes this time. As they arrived at the hospital he had a heart attack, the crash team came running leaving my mum and two sisters wondering what was happening for 45 minutes before they said they had him "sorted". He was in resuss for a few hours then they took him across to the heart care unit. On arriving there he had a further heart attack, and again the crash team performed superbly. I was on a training course 200+ miles away when my sister called from outside A & E, I'll never forget hearing those sirens in the background as another ambulance arrived, I thought she was in the ambulance with dad and said "Dad's in a bad way" through her tearsI dashed up to Manchester to see dad and family, stopped there a couple of days till he was stronger, through the worst, and returned. On Saturday (I think) dad and two others picked up an "infection" which the staff thought was Covid and they were all put in isolation. It was four days before he got the negative results for Covid, and has now been returned to the heart care unit. As the days have passed he has been taken off the morphine (cracked ribs), oxygen mask removed, then later the oxygen tubes removed from the nostrils, he is finally eating, and all that remains now is that he can pee. Once that has occurred (a current concern for the Dr's, he can be moved to a "normal" ward. The last 10 days have been worrying to say the least
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I tried to do the sums, but I ran out of zeros!!
Quote from: Barman on March 20, 2020, 08:46:21 AMQuote from: Just One More on March 20, 2020, 06:26:34 AMThe biggest change for me is working from home as I am in the people "who are at increased risk of severe illness" grouping according to PHE. Amazing at how much more I can get on with without the constant, "I dont suppose you remember when... Do you have..." type interruptions over your shoulder all day long; but I do miss having a bigger screen Collecting medication from the Dr's was a little weird. A desk placed between the two sets of automatic doors with a sign, "STOP", do not pass go etc. The receptionist coming from the office towards the desk asking " What can I do for you?" She got the medication and told me she was going to slide it across the desk to meI came too close to the reality of the virus last week. Two weeks ago dad (86) had a heart block, collapsed injuring his nose, chest, shoulder and leg, and it took two hours for the ambulance to arrive. He had another last week and was rushed to hospital within 20 minutes this time. As they arrived at the hospital he had a heart attack, the crash team came running leaving my mum and two sisters wondering what was happening for 45 minutes before they said they had him "sorted". He was in resuss for a few hours then they took him across to the heart care unit. On arriving there he had a further heart attack, and again the crash team performed superbly. I was on a training course 200+ miles away when my sister called from outside A & E, I'll never forget hearing those sirens in the background as another ambulance arrived, I thought she was in the ambulance with dad and said "Dad's in a bad way" through her tearsI dashed up to Manchester to see dad and family, stopped there a couple of days till he was stronger, through the worst, and returned. On Saturday (I think) dad and two others picked up an "infection" which the staff thought was Covid and they were all put in isolation. It was four days before he got the negative results for Covid, and has now been returned to the heart care unit. As the days have passed he has been taken off the morphine (cracked ribs), oxygen mask removed, then later the oxygen tubes removed from the nostrils, he is finally eating, and all that remains now is that he can pee. Once that has occurred (a current concern for the Dr's, he can be moved to a "normal" ward. The last 10 days have been worrying to say the leastBloody hell! JOM, hope his recovery continues at speed
