The Tinker's Ticker

Doth it never rain but it poureth forth multitudinous hospital visits?
So my first real proper trip out today, with proper walking, was back to Derriford to visit the Tinker who was whisked into hospital yesterday with a pulse rate below thirty that none of us really felt was compatible with staying upright, but somehow he was.
Needless to say he walked onto the ward and they haven't let him leave his bed since.
His electrical circuits are shorting out and have gone haywire so he's going to be fitted with a pacemaker imminently and was this afternoon wondering whether this will mean he gets a better TV signal and will he set the alarm off every time he goes in W.H.Smiths. His face lit up when I handed over his e reader with the 100 books and then we wondered whether he'd now get interference on that.
In fact his friend Podge (seated) already has a pacemaker so we think it's a clear case of gizmo envy.
We must sound like the family who never take anything seriously and though we do always see the funny side of things (the Tinker and Bookhound already busy discussing the cartoon potential) I know you will all understand that being helpless to assist or be there I was actually beside myself yesterday. I surrendered to that inevitable bout of post-operative weeping while Nurse Bookhound valiantly dashed back and forth in Carry On mode between his patients.
Hattie Jacques would have been proud of him.
A.S.Byatt, my new best friend, saw me through the day and I am very grateful to her all over again for The Children's Book which is a novel of such glittering and dazzling brilliance I have to keep remembering to breath while I'm reading.
The Tinker meanwhile is also convinced that when they are running out of blood upstairs they are nipping down and taking another armful of his to help out, we aren't out of the woods yet but we are all still smiling bravely.