In the morning I ring up to find out how he is. Surprisingly, I do not speak to anyone medical. Immediately, I am passed over to Old Man himself.
He says he thinks he will be having some tests. I say I will come and see him in the afternoon. After they have done them.
And so old friend and I drive in later. Me with a carton of strawberries. I'm off to find out What's What.
When I get to the ward that I left him in - they send me on to another.
And when I get to that one - everyone is very busy and rushing around.
So I look on the board to find where the Old Man's bed is, so that I can go to see him.
There he is.
Old Man - C4.
And then I hear them shouting as they rush about:
"It's C4.... C4...."
And then I know that the Old Man is the emergency.