Husband has to go into hospital for a couple of days next week - nothing drastic, just one of those 'let's do it now it'll only get worse' things that start to come with age. The local NHS trust has a policy of not having all its specialism in each of its hospitals, so although the specialists themselves have clinics all over the county, the only operate - in the practical sense of the word - in one of the hospitals. Unfortunately for us, husband's is in the hospital furthest away. We went yesterday for his pre-op check and found it took well over an hour to get there and an hour and a half to get back by a slightly different route (that looked more direct).
This causes us a few problems - not least the length of time that M will be on her own on Monday when he has to be taken there to arrive between 7 and 7.30 a.m and I won't be back until around 9 to get her breakfast. She will have either to wait from when she wakes up around 6.30 until I return or risk boiling the kettle and making hot drinks with her weak arthritic hands whilst still in her wobbly early morning state. Once H is there, I shan't be able to go back and visit until the next day, and when they discharge him, either the next day or the one after, I shall again have to be away for about 3 hours probably leaving M with a cold lunch and to make her own hot drinks.
Having said that, we are able to get in a car and make the journey. I feel really aggrieved for the number of elderly people who would not wish to drive that far or have to make a really awkward journey by bus and train. To add insult to injury, the journey takes us past the local community hospital, the new community hospital due to open later this year, and within yards of the large hospital in the next town.
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