Emergency Ward 10

I know, I haven't been very good at posting lately but time just seems to get away from me. We did manage a few days in Barmouth in the caravan last weekend, when the weather was - er, well, changeable would be the polite way of describing it, although, lying awake for half the night listening to the rain hammering on the caravan roof on Saturday night did not dispose me to being polite about it.

Keith has been a little under the weather for a few weeks now and, while we were away, this didn't improve, so we came home on Monday and he went off to the doctor's on Tuesday, without having to have his arm twisted up his back - not a good sign. While we had been away, he had had some pain in his chest one day, which he attributed to all the coughing he had been doing, and  the mention of the magic words 'chest pain' galvanised his GP into action and before you could say 'Jack Robinson', we were being welcomed into the Acute Cardiac Unit at the local hospital, where we spent the rest of the day, me revising my Welsh (yes, really!)  and Keith lying back, hooked up to a heart monitor and having armfuls of blood taken.

The end result of that day was that he hadn't got any heart problems.

But he still felt ill so went back to the GP yesterday, to be given more antibiotics and a couple of inhalers.

Oh and he has to have another X-ray in four weeks, under the care of the consultant for 'Medicine for the Elderly'. 

And yes, he is NOT impressed!