The nearest football team for my Dad to take an interest for his youngest grandson is Milton Keynes. Or MK Dons on account of Wimbledon being where this team started. Its an important link for him, a rugby diehard that he is. Not least because his name is Don..he’s not that bothered about football, but would doing anything for his grandchildren .

Now you’d be forgiven for wondering what MK Don has to do with this blog about the story of adventures in hospitals. The story you probably think cannot really be true. Understood.

Well Dad was blue lighted to MK hospital this evening. Hernia. As predicted.

D and I have spent the night with him.. Just hoping they will operate. I’ve even tweeted to try to big them up. I don’t normally tweet familystuff but just maybe it’ll help.

You see despite the fact he was writhing in agony until the morphine kicked in, it is not an emergency.

Hernias they explained need emergency pathway. NHS bonkersland rules. That I knew from his gp. Who has steadfastdly ignored Dad. Only now has gp applied for funding because I made a fuss. Lovely Mr Kumar tonight, expressed his emb rassment and said he’d try his very best to make sure his consultant agreed. Mr Consultant if you read this please just agree. My Dad has a hernia the size of a football. I honestly don’t know how he can even pee let alone walk. He’s been ignored for 4 years. He’s stoic. He’s not making a fuss. But I am!

The toilets in AE are blocked. Tricky for bladder empyting mortals let alone catheter ones. D googled McD. Got nice loos at the one by MK Dons stadium! We grabbed a burger for D a wrap for me. No idea how to order it. We acted confident and helped each other work it out.

We got trapped in the locked doors of hospital and had to text my brother in Canada to get security to let us out. No phone signal! Just wifi!!

Arghhhhhhh.

Night. Hope you’re all asleep.