It never rains but it pours...
Just had a phonecall from Mum on my mobile, which is very unusual for this time in the morning and I knew at once that she must be not at home, even before I answered it.
Dad's breathing got really bad and he has been taken to hospital. She had nipped out to ring me. Her words are 'he's ok, he's fine, they're sorting him out but they're keeping him in' - he's in A&E at the moment but will be moved to a ward at some point.
I don't know any more details that that, all I know is that my mum does have a tendency to exaggerate situations to make them sound better than they are - I get my optimism from her! (Adoptive children don't inherit things but we do 'acquire' them *wink*). He clearly isn't 'ok' and 'fine' if they're keeping him in! But that is her way of coping with it, I know.
However, I am not going to worry until I have to. He's in the right place, they can keep an eye on him until they think it is safe for him to go home again.
As it happens I'm taking Little Three up to the hospital to go to the eye clinic at 11.30 today anyway. By then, if he's been moved to a ward, I'll see if we can nip and see him. And if Mum is still up at the hospital (though she rather hopes not at that point!) I can give her a lift home.
Dad is going to be 80 in April. He has had a couple of near misses in the past 15 years and I've actually been bracing myself for his death for the whole of that time. It seems miraculous he has made it to this age to be honest. But... I don't think I'll ever feel ready to cope with it. :-(
Dad's breathing got really bad and he has been taken to hospital. She had nipped out to ring me. Her words are 'he's ok, he's fine, they're sorting him out but they're keeping him in' - he's in A&E at the moment but will be moved to a ward at some point.
I don't know any more details that that, all I know is that my mum does have a tendency to exaggerate situations to make them sound better than they are - I get my optimism from her! (Adoptive children don't inherit things but we do 'acquire' them *wink*). He clearly isn't 'ok' and 'fine' if they're keeping him in! But that is her way of coping with it, I know.
However, I am not going to worry until I have to. He's in the right place, they can keep an eye on him until they think it is safe for him to go home again.
As it happens I'm taking Little Three up to the hospital to go to the eye clinic at 11.30 today anyway. By then, if he's been moved to a ward, I'll see if we can nip and see him. And if Mum is still up at the hospital (though she rather hopes not at that point!) I can give her a lift home.
Dad is going to be 80 in April. He has had a couple of near misses in the past 15 years and I've actually been bracing myself for his death for the whole of that time. It seems miraculous he has made it to this age to be honest. But... I don't think I'll ever feel ready to cope with it. :-(