Well that’s crap ...

... in any language.

So two days ago The Dizzle has a problem with double vision which ends up with him being admitted to one of Tel Aviv’s main teaching hospitals. To cut a long story short, there then followed fourty eight hours of intense diagnostics (everything from physical examination through lumbar puncture to MRI scan) which could find nothing wrong with him, although the many withdrawals of blood and spinal fluid were causing the poor lad pain and sending his mood from credit into debit. Eventually a diagnosis was established which I won’t go into here but the outcome was that he was not fit to fly and would need five days hospital treatment.


Stressful administrative chaos was a feature of the experience with hospitals demanding money and insurance companies demanding medical reports and neither wanting to budge until the other had made the first move and Christmas and the Great British Shutdown is just three days away ... Cue the Adversity Playlist: Things Can Only Get Better, Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life, and We Are The Self Preservation Society.


I am now heading home leaving The Dizzle in TSM’s care (they won’t pay for both of us to stay and provide replacement flights when he is well). I do at least get to see Strider and the cats and can make arrangements for a delayed but warm homecoming. So it’s not all crap ... but being parted really hurts ...