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So yesterday evening was interesting; I got a call at a few minutes to six from my brother, who said "If you're not doing anything for the evening, you might head over to St. James Hospital. Dad's in there."
Turns out he was ( in the workshop and took a chunk from his finger - details not for the squeamish ). He's doing fine, though - they're operating this morning to try to put it back together, and he was in more discomfort last night from the drip-and-anaesthetic thing in his arm than from the finger itself. If it doesn't go back together reasonably, he'll have the tip of the finger off, and be reasonably happy with that; he'll be better off with a short finger than a long one. And it'll get him out of the workshop, which is a concept he's been working on for some time. We brought him in a pile of reading material, since he was reduced to a Maeve Binchy novel, and stayed in to chat until visiting hours were over at 8.
St. James has just finished a new wing - pretty much a whole new hospital, I think - which is so much better than the old one that it's frightening. The old one was pretty grotty, this is shiny and clean and modern and quite nice. I'm much more comfortable with Dad being in there now than I would have been with the way it was.
Turns out he was ( in the workshop and took a chunk from his finger - details not for the squeamish ). He's doing fine, though - they're operating this morning to try to put it back together, and he was in more discomfort last night from the drip-and-anaesthetic thing in his arm than from the finger itself. If it doesn't go back together reasonably, he'll have the tip of the finger off, and be reasonably happy with that; he'll be better off with a short finger than a long one. And it'll get him out of the workshop, which is a concept he's been working on for some time. We brought him in a pile of reading material, since he was reduced to a Maeve Binchy novel, and stayed in to chat until visiting hours were over at 8.
St. James has just finished a new wing - pretty much a whole new hospital, I think - which is so much better than the old one that it's frightening. The old one was pretty grotty, this is shiny and clean and modern and quite nice. I'm much more comfortable with Dad being in there now than I would have been with the way it was.