What a Louse!!

I recently posted about Margaret who landed up in hospital on her first day in England.  She was here on a visit from Canada with her boyfriend, T.  She was admitted to hospital on Saturday night as she was vomiting lots of fresh blood.  They gave her blood transfusions and kept her in for a gastroscopy.

They told her today that they have to do further tests and that she would be kept in at least until Thursday, possibly longer.  The NHS is so short of beds that they don't keep people in unnecessarily.  If they thought she was well enough, they would have discharged her and told her to come back for more tests and procedures on an outpatient basis.  So it is safe to conclude that she is really quite ill and that they are worried about her.

So what does dear boyfriend T do?  Goes off to France!  He'd been invited to a party there, so off he went, leaving her seriously ill in a country where she knows nobody!! Not only that, he didn't even have the decency to tell Sean that is what he was doing so that Sean could visit her and look after her interests. Sean only found out by phoning T's brother.

Well, I can tell you one thing for sure, and that is that Sean wouldn't dream of doing that to me or to anyone else he knew.  It wouldn't even enter his head!  How self absorbed do you have to be to sit across a table directly opposite a close friend who is so ill she cannot eat or drink, and wine and dine and converse merrily?  Then deliver her to hospital, and when you discover that she is seriously ill, bugger off to France for a party???

You know what I wish for that louse?  That the fleas of a thousand camels infest his armpits and that his fingernails turn to fish hooks!