Hospital

Oh dear. My mum’s day started just after midnight with excruciating pain and an ambulance to A&E. My day started not long after hers and I got to A&E before her, ready to greet her morphine soaked self.
It’s been a day of to and fro from the hospital to her house, back to my house, back to hospital and so on. The doc’s working assumption is a twisted intestine and a pulmonary embolism, picked up by chance when she had a CT.
Poor mum’s exhausted and I’m fairly done in but currently enjoying a large glass of red and hoping for a full night’s sleep.
Life’s as twisty as my mum’s intestines :-(