Miraculously, it was sunny when I (eventually) arrived in England, and took a cab to St George's Wandsworth (or is it Tooting?). Anyway, I was glad that I didn't have to cross a picket line to get into the warren inside. All I can say about the nurses' strike is that the nurses looking after my father - and I'm quite sure doing their job generally - deserve every single bit of salary raise that they're asking for: the standard of care is really terrific.
A basic bulletin - Ray's very sick; on maximum oxygen and receiving everything else through a drip. But they can't yet tell whether he'll be able to respond, or not - it's not just covid and pneumonia, but uncertainties about what other underlying conditions may be. We'll see tomorrow what direction things are going.
Spending half a day on a covid ward was its own special kind of scary.
Thank you, everyone, for your support - it means such a lot to me to know there's a community out there. Now it's time for some sleep.
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