What a shitty experience all round.
Sorry to hear about it.
The words cherry and vein leapt out at me from your original post and I thought, "Oh noes!" but in fact is was worse than my recent experiences anyway
Dads had another hospital visit today. Seems like every week. John Radcliffe (Oxford) specialise in head/ brain injuries. Todays diagnosis is not dementia, not epilepsy, not auto-immune disorder but some some of damage to the brain which could have been caused some time ago.
He has to go into the JR for four days. They want to put him on a drip and monitor him.
ASAP.
No beds available at present, wait for a phone call.
I need to convince Mum I am sober and get them to rent a car for me to drive.
The JR is nearly two hours by public transport, she can't be doing that every day, and it's not fair on Dad to be left alone that long.
I've no idea how good they are there, but Mum won't want to risk it given his poor hearing - he'll just smile and nod. If I knew they were like Addenbrooke's I'd just try to reassure Mum that he was in the best place. If they're anything like Stoke Mandeville I'd suggest she booked a B&B and went in to look after him herself. Like they did in debtors' prisons back in Dickens' time.
Sadness.