A remarkable week – husband Daniel has not been at all well which totally flummoxed him and he could not do anything but lie in bed. My medical kit came to the fore and dispensed required pills and whilst I fumed at incompetent GPs giving ridiculous and scary opinions things have now improved.

Rest of the family ill too. Lack of sleep for all of us. 

The lack of husband meant I drove alone to Dorset to the wedding of my cousin’s middle son. Having finished the last of nuclear version antibiotics I was fit enough. With my very trusty friends offering to do whatever D needed.

This wedding had been rearranged so many times due to the bugger of covid. Having not actually driven much since the curious incident of the broken foot it was a bit weird and sore but all good. The wedding itself was just perfect. Covid restrictions meant few of us were in church, and we were masked and not meant to sing. The vicar lady was brilliant and suggested that perhaps if we were at a football match ( as in the Euros at Wembley ) we could sing. Taking that as a clear hint we of course belted out Jerusalem etc masks vibrating with the effort. 

The reception saw a more normal gathering. Marquee meant it was outdoors. Private property meant we could take our masks off. What a total pleasure to be there to chatter and laugh and establish some nearly normalcy. 

The groom,who looks about 12 is an orthopedic surgeon in London. His now wife, has just been made a Consultant Radiologist specialising in urogyny in London. She is stunningly lovely and looks about 10. They are fabulous I cannot begin to imagine the stress of reorganising the wedding so many times. The tiny babies at the reception cannot have been even thought of when the first invites went out. 

The speeches were so good, the guests really wanted more. What is said by best men should really stay in the marquee. But one little gem was this:

Orthopedic surgeon was prepped up ready to assist consultant on a hip replacement. Theatre team ready. Porters had disappeared. Our young 12 year old ortho, ( the groom) offered to sprint up to the ward to collect the 96 year old. He dashed off with an even younger trainee to the ward. Threw back the curtains, took the bed brakes off and sped down the corridor pushing the bed ignoring the mutterings of his trainee. Just as the lift doors began to close ward sister arrived breathless….STOP she cried….. She

the patient …..

is 

dead! 

Sadly she had passed away in the night and clearly would not be needing the hip. Embarassment all round. Consultant apparently laughed so much he had to delay the next patient and the story got bigger and bigger. 
They will be amazing as a couple they will be fantastic medics and they will laugh. Laughter is the key.