Off she went to look at Susan's toes and to change a plaster for her. The traffic was horrendous, after yesterdays disasterous power failure at Clapham Junction a lot of people were driving or using the buses.
Thankfully London Transport had got their act together and there were lots of extra buses on these routes. But it took a long time and as she was hurrying down Gleneagles Road with WW, she was hailed by Susan from a car. WW went into the trunk / boot and off they went to Sing with Dementia.
That went ok and it was time to go home, Susan said not to bother about the dressing, it could stay for the weekend, but she said that she had brought a medical kit which included a sterile gauze dressing from home and had purchased the necessary plasters, so she would do it.. plus she had the two coats for Susan to try on in WW.
They hopped onto a bus and then walked the one street to Susan's home, she tried on both coats, one being a jacket, the other a proper full length coat and very smart they looked too! The right weight and the right size. PERFECT!
Getting her things together she followed Susan upstairs, who got undressed and lay on the bed on her stomach.. whilst she went off to scrub her hands and came back to see what was going on..
OH DEAR.. the existing plaster was sodden with blood. She sterilised a pair of tweezers from her kit and lifted off the first layer of plaster, then the layers of sterile gauze, both soddened with blood. The injection wound was 'clean' ~ meaning there was no infection ~ but it was bleeding.
She asked Susan if she had her medical notes from Kings to hand, she replied "yes but why" and so she said "sorry lass, I don't like the look of this, you're bleeding and I want to talk to Haematology about it, will you tell me where the papers are".
So they rang Kings, who were wonderful. Susan explained what was going on and who would be talking to them and handed over the telephone, for Susan of course, was not able to see what has happening on her lower back.
The blood department who had done the proceedure.. taking bone marrow for a cell test.. asked her what she had found and what she had done so far, how fast was the blood flowing, etc? Having given them the information, the person said "is she alone in the house, would you be able to take her to your nearest A&E as soon as possible and which one will it be, we'll send over her information so they know what they're dealing with".
"Her son is here with a car, her nearest A&E is St.Georges, Tooting, I'll get him to bring her in immediately".. suddenly it was action stations.. she told Susan that she needed to speak to her son and whilst Susan did that, she found for her poor shell-shocked friend, a small night case and packed it with a night dress, a warm fleece, her wash bag, medical notes, address book and she fed the cat.
Susan kissed her and gave her a huge wordless hug, her son said "thank goodness" and they shot off.. she walked the other way with, by now, an empty Wicker Wheelie rolling along beside her. She caught the 319 bus home. In her basket were two boxes of Susan's Danish cookies.
The bus driver was a miracle.. his knowledge and use of the Highway Code was perfect, his driving impeccable. As they stopped at the end of the route besides Peter Jones, she walked forward and complimented him upon his driving skill.
He looked SO pleased and said, with a smile, "I love my job and you have just made it extra special today, thank you", she laughed and replied "I'm going to make it even more special, have this box of Danish Cookies and have a great week end".
There is a man that sits on the pavement beside Peter Jones, she walked towards him and smiled, he smiled back, she reached into her basket and said "I'm sorry, I don't have any money with me but please have these" and she gave him the second box of Susan's cookies. He looked stunned and then said "thank you miss, thank you".
So there you are.. is it a coincidence that you are in the right place at the right time? Who knows.. now she has to call Susan to find out if she is at home or if St.George's admitted her.
GeeGee Parrot.
May 2nd, 2015.
PostScript.. Susan was admitted and immediately given a blood transfusion, she is comfortable.
Thankfully London Transport had got their act together and there were lots of extra buses on these routes. But it took a long time and as she was hurrying down Gleneagles Road with WW, she was hailed by Susan from a car. WW went into the trunk / boot and off they went to Sing with Dementia.
That went ok and it was time to go home, Susan said not to bother about the dressing, it could stay for the weekend, but she said that she had brought a medical kit which included a sterile gauze dressing from home and had purchased the necessary plasters, so she would do it.. plus she had the two coats for Susan to try on in WW.
They hopped onto a bus and then walked the one street to Susan's home, she tried on both coats, one being a jacket, the other a proper full length coat and very smart they looked too! The right weight and the right size. PERFECT!
Getting her things together she followed Susan upstairs, who got undressed and lay on the bed on her stomach.. whilst she went off to scrub her hands and came back to see what was going on..
OH DEAR.. the existing plaster was sodden with blood. She sterilised a pair of tweezers from her kit and lifted off the first layer of plaster, then the layers of sterile gauze, both soddened with blood. The injection wound was 'clean' ~ meaning there was no infection ~ but it was bleeding.
She asked Susan if she had her medical notes from Kings to hand, she replied "yes but why" and so she said "sorry lass, I don't like the look of this, you're bleeding and I want to talk to Haematology about it, will you tell me where the papers are".
So they rang Kings, who were wonderful. Susan explained what was going on and who would be talking to them and handed over the telephone, for Susan of course, was not able to see what has happening on her lower back.
The blood department who had done the proceedure.. taking bone marrow for a cell test.. asked her what she had found and what she had done so far, how fast was the blood flowing, etc? Having given them the information, the person said "is she alone in the house, would you be able to take her to your nearest A&E as soon as possible and which one will it be, we'll send over her information so they know what they're dealing with".
"Her son is here with a car, her nearest A&E is St.Georges, Tooting, I'll get him to bring her in immediately".. suddenly it was action stations.. she told Susan that she needed to speak to her son and whilst Susan did that, she found for her poor shell-shocked friend, a small night case and packed it with a night dress, a warm fleece, her wash bag, medical notes, address book and she fed the cat.
Susan kissed her and gave her a huge wordless hug, her son said "thank goodness" and they shot off.. she walked the other way with, by now, an empty Wicker Wheelie rolling along beside her. She caught the 319 bus home. In her basket were two boxes of Susan's Danish cookies.
The bus driver was a miracle.. his knowledge and use of the Highway Code was perfect, his driving impeccable. As they stopped at the end of the route besides Peter Jones, she walked forward and complimented him upon his driving skill.
He looked SO pleased and said, with a smile, "I love my job and you have just made it extra special today, thank you", she laughed and replied "I'm going to make it even more special, have this box of Danish Cookies and have a great week end".
There is a man that sits on the pavement beside Peter Jones, she walked towards him and smiled, he smiled back, she reached into her basket and said "I'm sorry, I don't have any money with me but please have these" and she gave him the second box of Susan's cookies. He looked stunned and then said "thank you miss, thank you".
So there you are.. is it a coincidence that you are in the right place at the right time? Who knows.. now she has to call Susan to find out if she is at home or if St.George's admitted her.
GeeGee Parrot.
May 2nd, 2015.
PostScript.. Susan was admitted and immediately given a blood transfusion, she is comfortable.
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