I must go and put a goat on.

I had a voice mail this morning from "yesterday".

"You Mum's had fall but she's OK. Please ring 0161.... By the way we left a voice mail on your home phone."
*ring* *ring*
"Hello, Social Services here, your Mom's just fine, just a small bruise on her back and we think she has a UDI."
"Hello, this is me here, I'm glad Mom's Ok, you never left a message, and, how the hell did she get a UDI?"
"Oh, old folks get them all the time! Don't worry too muc
h."

I paused for bit. 'Old folks get them a lot'? Jeez.

I got into work this morning. My work colleague was going though her phone messages and was visibly shaken.

"You OK?"
"Not to start with. I then realised that one message was for you. My mom died when I was 14, so I wondered how she 'had hurt her back, but was OK now'"

Ah, so my home phone number is actually my colleague's work number (not even my work number). Never mind. I can sort that out.

But how did Mom get a UDI? I learnt about these from my sister-in-law who used to work for the London Ambulance Service and there was a high prevalence of UDI's on a Saturday night.

I listened to the message again which was in a strong Wolverhampton accent.

It appears there is a difference between a Urinary Tract
Infection and an Unidentified Drinking Injury.

It reminds me of the joke about the Farmer's wife who called the AA for the cows.

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