As I am sitting here at my desk - watching the rain (having finished a day at The Link for all you snitchers out there) gradually turning over the kebab spit downstairs and wondering what the risk assessment is for overheating - I couldn't help but remember what my mother used to say - "ner cast a clout 'til May is out"!
Well how wrong our mothers can sometimes be. May has indeed been the hottest month so far this year and, as far as I can remember for the last 7 years. So whist I was sitting sweating in my half-sleeve lightly knitted thermals - the sun was splitting the trees. There was a particularly warm May day in 2001 --mmmm I remember it well. I was lying in the window bed of the maternity unit of the Ulster Hospital with a small (not indeed 7 foot eleven) 7lb 11oz bundle of joy in a perspex box beside me sleeping peacefully (the only time he ever did for the next three years). I remember how hot it was because I was tied to the bed by a catheter and longing to escape for a shower and getting gradually closer and closer to a panic attack!
Of course if I hadn't listened to my wise old mother and removed my thermal - I'd probably have been fine - the nurse had to cut me out of it in the end.
So the moral is fellow bloggers - taken your vest off before going into hospital and preferably before May even starts.
If I can help in any way - my ear is always cocked!
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Rain, what's that. The apparent temperature here last Thursday lunchtime was 54c. None of us Brits have a clue what 'apparent' temperature is.
Now, you can't blame either your mum nor Sam. As Sam's not here to defend himself, I will. He didn't chose when to be born, that was something to do with your husband & you!!! Nor did your mum dress you, well surely not at that age!
I do take your point about the vest. I'd suggest I would have already removed it before arriving at the hospital as I'd likely have been suffering from heat exhaustion, which was why I was at the hospital in the 1st place.
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