My brother was rushed to hospital last night, complaining shortness of breathing, I hit the roof when I found out my dad had taken him (he’s nearly 70), however, he took precautions and stayed outside.....
Anyway, transpired that my brother was worked up due to being constipated (revealed after the X-ray of his chest) and appears he had a panic attack. I shouldn’t laugh, but can now that he’s confirmed as ‘ok’, however, he was given an enema which saved me from kicking the shit out of him....
I think this is the first time I’ve laughed all week and it’s important we continue to do so, even with what is going on around us!