Not quite, but there is stuff going on.
Today, Lola has an appointment with the vet, I've noticed a little problem, so let's all cross our fingers and hope it isn't anything serious. Or expensive, or long term.
Last Tuesday, neighbour Pat came hobbling across to my door, in the dark, across uneven ground, to let me know she has called a home visit doctor because she is having pain in her leg, high up in the groin area. On his way out, he knocked on my door and told me she possibly has a blood clot and recommends calling an ambulance, he will fax the information to the hospital. Then a bit later, Pat comes hobbling over again, she's called the ambulance and can I please come over.
I got my keys and followed her. She was limping quite a bit. Once back in her flat, she hobbled around doing a few things with me helping and I answered the phone when it rang, the nice lady on the other end suggested I pack medication, (she's diabetic), a dressing gown and slippers for Pat and then also said I should have her sit down and rest. So I did.
Then I waited with her until the ambulance came. I kept checking to be sure she wasn't getting dizzy, or non-lucid, and watched her ankles too, in case they started swelling. For an old woman, she has lovely slim ankles.
Eventually, I put the covers on her birdcage, so Mitchell, her budgie, could go to sleep. The ambulance took a long time arriving and when I mentioned it to the ambos, they said in between Pat's call and arriving there had been a car crash, a heart attack and a stabbing, so Pat got bumped down the line. I was tempted to get snarky and ask if they were the only ambulance running that night, but I didn't.
They took her blood pressure and some information, then asked her to stand up and she couldn't, asked them to please help her and apparently lifting her isn't allowed, (OHS rules), she has to stand herself up. Ha Ha. I guess sitting for so long wasn't a good idea after all. We eventually supported her while encouraging her to put her weight on her good leg and stand, got her into a chair, not a wheel chair but similar and then trundled her across the grass to the stretcher where the ambos got her comfortable and off they went.
I expected Pat to be back in a day or so, but today I've had news that she is going to respite care for a couple of weeks and after that possibly not coming home, depending on how she does. There's a chance she may have to move to an assisted living facility. If that happens, she hopes to be able to keep her budgie, but many places don't allow pets, because of course, staff don't have time to look after pets if the patients can't do it.
I'll find out more later today, and will probably have to go over and pack some clothes for her and get them to the hospital, then of course I'll have to continue looking after Mitchell the budgie until we know what's going on.
Finding Out the Hard Way
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