That evening Jake’s chest started to get “crackly” and he became increasingly short of breath. This time, he felt pain in his chest and neck, so we went straight to the hospital. He spent that Friday night in a rammed but eerily quiet A&E reception. He was cold, blind, alone and clearly having heart attacks. He sat in reception until 7.30 the next morning, when he was eventually transferred to the acute cardiology ward of another hospital… More here.
In a so-called first world country. 💔