I went to visit our patient from the last post, this morning I'd put my hand in my pocket and found that I had £2:66 of his money that had spilled out of his pocket during our struggle and I'd put it in my fleece for safe keeping – given the saga of the job, I'd forgotten to hand it in when we reached the hospital. I thought it would be best if I returned it to him, so I had a chat with the lovely receptionists at the hospital, and they told me what ward he was on. I went to the ward to find him sitting there, seemingly none the worse for wear. He did have a bit of a black eye (not my fault – honest), and when I spoke to him he told me that the doctors suspected that he had fainted, and when he had hit his head had suffered a form of concussion. His CT scan and blood tests were all normal, although I suspect that they will be running EEGs and other more detailed tests a little later. He told me that he was feeling pretty much normal, and I suspect that they are keeping him in hospital to continue to run their tests.
He was very grateful to see me, and we had a little chat – I offered him his money back, but he refused and suggested that I get myself a pint with it.
It's the first time I've actively gone to look for a patient after bringing them into hospital – and it is a weird experience going to a ward when I'm not expected to transfer that patient to another hospital. Yet another new thing I've done because of writing this blog.