At 7.30 am on a Sunday morning the last thing you want to hear is the phone ringing. At first I thought it was someone wanting me to change phone companies: an Indian voice introducing himself. Still foggy with sleep, I'm glad I just listened, because he was a doctor from the hospital on the Gold Coast telling me that Dad was there after a nasty fall and he wanted to know what medication Dad was on. Being over 1000 miles away, I couldn't help him. I know Dad takes medication for blackouts he's been having, but what that is and how much of it he takes, I don't know.
He did say that Dad was awake and talking so that was a relief. He's also going to look into the reason for the blackouts that seem to occur quite often. Dad never mentions these things when he rings me every Sunday. He always says he's fine, and usually I can tell by his voice how good he's feeling.
My Uncle Ron rang about 8 am from Hobart and gave me the name and phone number of Dad's regular doctor, but being a Sunday, that information probably isn't much help. My Auntie Maree is up there with Dad at the moment, she's staying in the same park and was probably the one who found him. Ron gave me her phone number so I'll know more after I talk to her.
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