Saturday, June 21, 2025

Red Lines

Last week Wednesday night at 3AM engineer De Waal woke up with a hurting stomach. So bad that after an hour we were off to Emergency First Aid, who poked a finger here and there, and suspected "gastritis", and prescribed "buscopan", which should relieve stomach aches very quickly, in 15 minutes. The emergency farmacia was not open, another one 15 minutes further was. 

Buscopan did not help. A few hours later engineer De Waal was on the floor trying to find a position to relieve the pain. Engineer Jansen decided it was time for the emergency room at the hospital, 40 minutes away.

Arrived there 8:30, and were quickly admitted to the waiting area. 40 minutes later first assessment. Fingers were poked in various locations, with one spot especially hurtful. Less than half an hour later he was on a drip, buscopan, again, in a room with 6 chairs. The pain dropped a bit, but returned. That means it's not the stomach. Can be your gallbladder, or the pancreas area. (Aargh!)

Echo. Ah, your gallbladder is not well, you need to stay and we'll operate on you. It's only a peephole surgery, without complications you can go home in two days.

The engineer's belly was shaved, "beach ready!", and he himself changed into a negligee with nothing under. (Ooh!)

Quickly a bed on wheels arrived, and the engineer was swiftly rolled away, into the lift, upstairs. Red Lines. Wheel wheel wheel, off to the left. 



I expected to be taken to "his room", but no, this was it. “In three hours your father should be out”.
Eh? What? Father?? Husband! Blushing nurse.
We could not even say goodbye!
Those red lines suddenly had a rather profound and ominous feeling..
To be continued...

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