Just had an e-mail from my brother. The John Radcliffe hospital phoned him this morning to say that his operation has been put off! An influx of emergency cases, apparently. I would have thought they would have dealt with any emergencies by Thursday, otherwise if they were that urgent, people would have died by then.
He's frustrated, of course, but it's more than that. He and his wife have been making time related arrangements to get him to the hospital (he's not allowed to drive himself so his son has to take time off work to get him there), his daughter has arranged time off work to stay with her mother for the duration, and to collect him and bring him home.
He's had his PCR test and has been self isolating, but that's not so bad because he's too vulnerable to be going out and about.
But most of all, he had to stop taking the Warfarin that keeps his blood from clotting around the old heart valve, last Friday and get on to another drug, which is less effective but is just a stop-gap. Now he will have to go back onto the Warfarin which, in his case, is a slow and dangerous process and then come off it again at a later date.
And all the time, they are telling him to keep checking his blood pressure (3 times a day) and do nothing at all because his aorta is in such a fragile state. He is beginning to get stressed because he has never been one to sit back and do nothing - he tells me it's driving him mad and he's actually doing things he shouldn't because he can't bear not to. (Hates to see his wife doing everything around the house and going by bus to do the shopping and carrying home as much as she can.)
I would have thought that his case was pretty urgent, especially as he's had to change his medication to a less effective one for the duration.
I don't swear, but honestly, I felt like it when I got that e-mail.
NHS Western Isles phoned this morning to arrange my PCR test for next week, so maybe they know something I don't about a date for me to go to Inverness.
Em was off school today (and staying with me since both mum and dad were on early starts), with a cold and a nosebleed. Plus she was pretty shattered - her bedroom is in the roof and she couldn't sleep with the noise that the wind was making. She had a cup of tea and I cooked some bacon for her, but she fell asleep sitting at the table and it all went cold. So I settled her in the big chair with a blanket and she immediately dropped off again.
When she woke up she did some work on a project she is doing for school - an investigation into Stirling Castle. She had some pictures off the internet and some notes to write up. Then she was having another cup of tea and sneezed. Whole project ruined and she had to start again. Probably just as well - Neil had a look at what she had and found an error, so explained that to her, and then I found another one and explained that. She was fascinated by the subject. It was about Stirling Castle and people associated with it - all those kings, queens, princes, battles, killings, army, Wallace and Bruce. I used the term "freedom fighter" in relation to Wallace and she needed to know what that meant, so we had a little chat about being a freedom fighter if you eventually won and a terrorist if you didn't. I think she got the idea. Nothing wrong with her concentration when she's interested in the subject. She doesn't even mind being lectured by Neil.