I went into hiding like my mischievous hoggie. Actually dialled 999 for myself as I was in agonies. Waited 3 hours, had 3 people phone me with exactly the same silly inquisition on all my details and my situation. I mean, WTF, as if I could speak easily when in that much pain I could hardly breath! Might prefer to drop dead next time, I'm sure it's easier than dealing with a 999 call centre.
So I'm now home and in agonies (not as bad) the hospital I went to were angry that I got a st john's ambulance. They did bloods and x rays and spoke to the general surgeon at Oxford and so I got a fast ambulance there. They dealt with it the best they could, was on tonnes of tramadol and given loads of laxative, the last two sachets this morning, then they said I could go home (50 miles on pubic transport by myself). Omg, it's gonna be as bad as Derriford.
Good news is I'm home and the moggies and hoggies will get fed properly, my dear neighbour thought I only had one hoggie. So 3 will be rebellious. The littlest hoggie, little David, quite likes his lug holes tickled, his spines lay down nicely as he likes to be stroked, and he likes to be stroked from his snout up to his forehead where the spines start. He's very good really. The others have spines grown so long and strong I have to use a magazine to pick them up, bit like replanting a cactus.
Diabolical journey home, and yes it rained. Glad to be home and on my own loo.