🚨THIS IS NORMAL!🚨

🚨THIS IS NORMAL!🚨

🚨THIS IS NORMAL!🚨

As I may have mentioned;

On Thursday (24/6/21) father was admitted to hospital. For elective, major surgery.

The hospital then made the active life choice. To just be complete dicks about it.

So it took 15-24hrs of prodding, probing and swearing at them in Latin. For them to confirm that he was still alive.

No other information has been offered.

Fortunately I have been able to exchange texts (sms) with my father. Who was able to shed more light on the situation.

The initial, major concern was whether he would survive anesthesia.

When they prepare you for surgery the Doctor will probably tell you that they are; "Going to put you to sleep."

That is a lie.

What they are going to do is slow your body to the point of death. Then hold it there for the duration of the surgery.

For reasons beyond their control. It is not always possible to reverse that process.

Rather than telling me, as agreed. Britain decided to send out a global, coded message. That my father had survived anesthesia. 

In the form of the updated Covid travel list.

I think we all recieved a much clearer signal. Of almost exactly when "The Man Came Around."  The people in the South Morovia region of The Czech Republic certainly did.

The second major concern is that there would be cognitive impairment as a result of the anesthesia. Memory loss etc.

A commonly used anesthesia drug is Propofol. Know to many as; "The Milk of Amnesia."

No doubt Britain would try and build that into a talking point.

About how they dug deep into; "Scully's Pillbox" to feed his mother drugs that would mimic the effects of Dementia.

Obviously I've not done a full assessment. However the fact I've been exchanging coherent texts with him suggests that's not an issue.

I don't want to get into the details of the surgery itself.

It turns out. When you're dealing with something as complicated as the human body. It's never just one thing. There's rarely a Yes/No answer.

However it achieved what it set out to achieve. Without any complications.

The; "Gold" outcome. Rather than the; "Silver," "Bronze" or the; "Someone's getting shot in the face" outcome.

We're now into lesser concerns. Things like blood clotting/stoke and infection risks.

The pre-agreed plan was for my father to be transferred to a High Dependency Unit (HDU). For immediate post-surgical care.

I can't really be a*sed to explain all the differences between a HDU and an Intensive Treatment Unit (ITU).

However a HDU is focused on intensive monitoring. To identify and resolve any issues before they become problems and have to be transfered to an ITU. Or the Mortuary.

Once again. The hospital made an active life choice. To break with the agreed plan and not transfer my father to the HDU.

The main reason for this seems to be so they could dramatically move him to the HDU yesterday (26//6/21). Just as the the Wales v Denmark Euro2020 football match began.

Which impressed absolutely no Welshmen. Least of all him.

Denmark's opening Euro2020 game was marked by Christian Eriksen dying, momentarily. 

Of the conditition; "Sudden Adult Death Syndrome (SADS)." Which is generally considered to be an issue with the Ionic charging of Eletrolytes within the heart.

For reasons that remain a complete mystery to me.

Some 11 years later.

The hospital treating  my father is helping to conduct final stage clinical trial into the role of Electrolyte/Fluid balance in post-surgical recovery.

So they're all out on a Zebra hunt.

Due to Covid hospital visits are banned in the UK at the moment.

Or they were until this morning (27/6/21). When the hospital suddenly changed it's mind. Allowing my father two designated visitors.

I'm the designated Next of Kin. All the others will have to stick their name into a hat.

As never has a song felt more appropriate.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xNkpQz2iH4 (The Ould Triangle, The Dublin City Ramblers, Songs, Official Audio).