Bought an N8 on eBay, Hospital Tomorrow

Finally bid on and bought an N8, £295 plus £7 postage. Sellers a female, on Three who received it as an unwanted upgrade, with 100% feedback so it looks like I’ve bagged me a bargain (if only I knew what the future held in store for me!). Paid the money and later received an email to say that the phone had been dispatched and was scheduled to arrive before 1pm tomorrow. At last, I’m going to own the best camera phone that’s ever been made…to date. There was only one problem; I was due to attend the hospital in the morning to see my consultant surgeon. This was to be the final check that everything was OK with my new hip. I would need to rearrange this because as sure as eggs the phone would be delivered whilst I was out if I didn’t. I wish now that I kept this appointment!

wed 24 - Heart Check UP at the General Hospital

I've had a heart attack? Well according to the technician who administered my ultrasound heart check up. She says it says so in my notes and that;'s probably why the consultant sent me for this check up before my hip transplant. News Too Me!!!!!

I had a slight scare last year when I got chest pains and went to the hospital purely as a precaution (my Mum died of a heart attack) but after an over night stay and a number of tests I was told I was in the clear. So are the records wrong or have I been kept in the dark? I'll have to ask the surgeon next week.

Friday 26 Jan - The Death of My Dad Six Weeks after the Birth of My Daughter

My dad suffered a stroke last week and we'd been down to see him but couldn't stay because Han was only six weeks old. We were due to go down to Wales after I'd finished work. However, I had a dental appointment that morning and had left work at 9:00 am to get there. while I was there deb rang to say that the hospital had called to say that my dad had just died of a massive heart attack. I suppose this was hardly surprising; the very first thing that the medical staff had done last week was ask me for resuscitation instructions after advising me that it would be better not to try and resuscitate my Dad should when the situation arose. The stroke he'd suffered was massive and his chances of recovery, at age 79, were close to zero. So I had given my consent to  them to treat my dad as a "Do Not Resuscitate" patient. If he'd lived he'd have had no quality of life and walking to the pub, something he did daily, would have been absolutely impossible. No, he would have been doomed to sit and waste away in a small flat unable to carry out the most basic of bodily functions...and what's the point in that?
I returned to work to advise what had happened and to let them know I would be on my way to Wales immediately and would advise when I would be back. We travelled down and eventually arrived at Prince Charles Hospital in Methyr why I briefly saw my fathers body.  I stayed down for a few days with my cousin Cath to make arrangements while Deb and the kids returned to Leicester. My Dad was cremated the following weekend.
This is where he grew up and spent almost his entire life; this is the village of Abertysswg as it looks today.

And, this is how it looked when he was a young man. He started working down this mine, when he was 14 years old, along side his Father and Brothers!

This is Charles Street where both he and my Mother were born and raised. The blue tiled shop is Roffi's. Mr Roffi emigrate to Wales from Italy early in the Twentieth Century and established his shop and proceeded to have a large family. His wife was still alive when my dad passed away and she was a sprightly 102 years old; I saw whilst I was there which was only the second time I'd seen her in my entire life. Her Son Aldo had been a good friend of my parents and I visited her with him.