24th March 2015

I sat in my car outside the hospital making phone calls this afternoon. We had a call at 5:30am to say Dad had fallen and couldn't move his bad leg. I got to the hospital as soon as I could and he had been moved to the acute medical ward. Always sounds worse than it actually is, but they seem to have more staff than a normal ward and he's been on this ward before. Both times before his operations. This time he's not being admitted, the physiotherapist was paying a visit and then hopefully he can go home. I haven't received a call yet, so fingers crossed he has.