There was no post yesterday, because I didn't have the time. Instead of going home and relaxing, I instead visited my mum and brother, partly to say hello, and partly because I like the dinners than my mum cooks me.

All was going well, until just after dinner I heard my brother shout for me - I ran up the stairs to find him crouched over the unconscious body of my mother. She soon came round, and after vomiting once, made a full recovery.

While I wasn't too worried, I thought that it would be best if she went to hospital for an E.C.G and blood tests to rule out anything sinister. There then followed much shouting as I did my best to 'persuade' her to let me take her to hospital - I may be a medical professional, but she doesn't believe that I know what is best for her.

I finally managed to get her to agree to come to hospital, so I took her to Newham, and booked her in at reception.

The funny thing is, although it seems I'm always at Newham, and the staff there know me well, without my uniform on they had trouble recognising me. There was a lot of confused looks as they took in my face and then wondered where they had seen me before. Seems that to some people at least - I am just a uniform...

We were seen to fairly quickly, although we didn't get any special treatment, (apart from me getting a cup of tea off one of the girls) and were discharged after less than three hours following the E.C.G and blood tests. Provisional diagnosis was a urine infection, although I suspect that it may have been a vasal vagal attack following the large dinner.

So everything turned out alright, I was very happy with the treatment she received and I got to spend a couple of hours 'back at work'. I just wish that mum stopped apologising for 'ruining my evening'.

Duh, I do it for strangers, why wouldn't I do it for my own family.

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