“A hospital? What is it?”
“It’s a big building with patients, but that’s not important right now”
And I feel so much for having at last worked that in.
Seriously though, I took ill on 28th, felt worse on 29th, and got taken over by the NHS. Called 111 and they sent me to a hospital, where I got triaged, saw the Doc, and got referred to the large hospital from Hell. Carrying a piece of paper saying that the chest people have accepted you, means feck all…so I spend all night 7 hours, on a chair, then get a gurney in a cubicle and oxygen, have 3 drips run, and an X-ray taken. Seems the first Doctor I had seen several hours before knew what she was about, I have pneumonia.
Looking at my third night in, and really hoping to go home tomorrow. Everyone working here deserves a freaking medal for coping with the 
show that Covid, flu, pneumonia and whatever else is going about.
Ok moan done, really hoping to escape tomorrow, I need some real air, real people etc. question is I have been scaring myself reading the recovery time from pneumonia, at 65, am I going to be fighting back for a while? 
yes that does mean when will I feel like riding again?
