Where to start dear readers? Yesterday's brief post turned out incomplete, though the day's summary indeed covered the local NHS Surgery's decisive and compassionate intervention, frankly what the alternative health team had been urging for weeks, while a rather stubborn old blogger declined and rather enjoyed all the attention from the Hexham Tribe, as he laboured with breathing and reported daily to the radical expert Nurse with pulse and O2 saturation numbers.
Now eager readers will note that today is Sunday, normally A Stand in the Park day at Sele Park, Hexham, though missed for three weeks due to the breathing crisis. Nevertheless, Saturday's post goes a day late, due to the high intensity and lengthy very early start and fascinating outing to Durham Hospital, yet to be related.
Following Friday's summary of the local NHS in action, your old blogger went to bed with thoughts of lunch with Jacqui and Jill from the Hexham Tribe, and slept deeply for a few hours, then drifted into reverie, which is defined here as resting dreaming. Into this space, around 3am came two young men in black combat uniforms with compassionate smiles standing by the bed in which I was dreaming. Now, fortunately the door of the Retreat House is not locked, since the two young men were not in a dream but quickly identified themselves as the night shift of the Emergency Ambulance, waiting to whisk your sleepy old blogger off to the hospital in Durham, due to the serious concern of the local surgery about the blood extracted from a vein earlier on Friday, since examined. A swift decision to travel was taken, and so began the story of the NHS in action in Durham University Hospital, know locally as Dryburn, now to be described.
The Emergency Ambulance is rather like a micro-surgery inside, with high tech gadgets and procedures to be followed. The outside has floodlights bathing the Retreat House and next door in bright light to enable night shift staff to see clearly when loading poorly folks in the side or back depending on the ambulatory condition of the patient. Being a walking patient the old blogger is a side loader and is given a bed with the back up and seat belts as Michael the driver sets off and Nick acting as the Paramedic sets to work with oxygen up the nose and blood pressure monitored along the 40 minute drive to Durham, without blue lights or sirens.
At Dryburn the team put the patient in a wheelchair and push him in to await the Triage Team to decide where he goes next, while they disappear to the next job. Now the system limps into action as priorities are quickly established and those not on death's door have a screen at which to gaze with helpful information about the patient's estimated time from arrival to Triage to Doctor, basically God, who decides on the diagnosis and proposed course of action. First to note that the hospital has WiFi and Michael and Nick had advised a charger to go with the comms devices, which proved most useful, since Triage was estimated at an hour, reduced later to 30 minutes, whilst the Doctor was estimated at 8 hours which did not reduce throughout the day and turned out quite accurate, after the very early start of the clock in A&E at 4am ish and departure with proposed solution about 1.30pm.
Throughout the wait, especially between Triage and Doctor, there was frequent communication with Daughters and others concerned to stay updated, including Jacqui and Jill who were fairly swiftly advised that lunch was off the menu, and the good friend from Stanhope, retired NHS Nurse and blog reader, who'd strongly disagreed with the stubborn patient about keeping away from the Surgery and hospital intervention and leapt into action on hearing of the events of Friday to offer Patient Transport in her car, since it's well known that the Emergency Ambulances work fast and the Patient Transport system not so much. Herein lies a main element of the theme of Reconciliation of Saturday, at the personal level, while the stubborn old blogger's acceptance of the expertise and advice of the NHS folks was Reconciliation at local and sub-regional level. It felt rather like a New Normal, as explained by dear old Professor Klaus Schwab in The Great Reset. The percentages of those risking adverse reactions to the bio-weapons having about peaked, thanks to the efforts of the NHS and equivalent official health organisations in the vaccination drive thus far, and a critical point is close by, where worlds are in balance again, of which Bill and the old blogging philosopher may speak later.
Just for detail of the diagnosis and proposed course of treatment: Doctor Pete, having surveyed the lungs via traditional xray plus CAT scan with colleagues and the Patient Patient there were found unexplained tiny clots floating merrily causing breathlessness and coughing, which had causes, not entirely clear, and a solution, agreed with the patient to prescribe blood thinners to dissolve the little blighters and restore the old blogger to the optimal health expected for a 71 year old, previously fit and healthy, and maybe restore the 80+ years predicted by the Gypsy in Newcastle in 2020 and even a full Camino or two before bidding the creaky body farewell.
Thanks for reading dear readers, it's much appreciated, and there are more details of yesterday's adventures at Dryburn to come .......
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