Can't say it so I'll write it.

I was in an ambulance again, heading for a hospital 40 miles away . It was what they called,
unstable angina pains.

I felt cheerful and chatted and laughed with the paramedic. After half an hour, however, conversation flagged and I began to feel tired. I closed my eyes and despite the lurching of the vehicle, I started to doze and felt as if I was floating down into a mist and then, there was my dear old grandad, smiling at me , his arms open in welcome.
I started to shout in bewildered distress . Not words, sounds and then the medic was trying to calm me , reassure me, pumping something into the tube in the back of my hand. I cried as I tried to explain what had happened. " My grandad was waiting for me" I said. More calming words from him. " Your pulse dropped to 32" he said " but I've got it back up again". Then he was talking on his radio. They didn't mess about in Hereford hospital. They said later that my pulse rate went
down to 28 . I had more glimpses of my old Grandad, my old pal, whilst being treated, always
with that gentle smile.