Long day's journey into night

No this photo is not a joke. We are back again in the clutches of the NHS.
 
M fell just over a week ago, day before his operation, carrying wood from one end of the garden to another . ( Why was he doing heavy gardening when  he had already had his pre op checks and was going for elective surgery the following day? That is  another story).
Tonight  he is in terrible pain unable to move. Out of hours doctor arrives and diagnoses either hairline fracture which has suddenly fractured or DVT. Or both. Whatever. 
He can’t move. Early hours of this morning ( six and half hour wait because he is deemed non urgent since he is conscious and still breathing ) an ambulance arrives and he is taken to Larbert  hospital. 
He goes straight to Acute Assessment . 
 
Do I follow in my car? No point they say.  It’s 1 am.
I go in later to find him much recovered thanks to powerful painkillers he still had from his dentist following a tooth implant.
 But there is a major stand-off between him and the staff. Total breakdown in communication. They have locked all his medication away and a nurse dangles a key taunting him. She has  locked  all his pills away in his locker.
“He has been a naughty boy!” she says to me.
He complains they won’t give him painkillers.
The nurse explains:” We have no idea what he has taken. “
The painkillers were not on the regular GP paper list of prescribed drugs. He just happened to have a supply.
Whatever. He has made a remarkable recovery. An xray at 3 am proves he hasn’t broken his hip . He now waits for a ultra sound scan and further tests.
It’s been a long day’s journey into night. I had three hours sleep.
 
PS Yes this is back blipped. And I am so grateful for my kind friend next door, a nurse, who came late last night and helped and the NHS who deal daily with stroppy patients.