I got some half arsed call from my son tonight about his sister who lives in Brisbane Australia having had an accident!
He got the message via my ex wife's fat slob husband.....go figure where this came from?

Anyhow I don't panic, it's not in my nature or training, I jumped on the PC and started Googling Brisbane hospitals, at the same time checking to see if Retro Rocket had left his phone number on his SOHC4 site profile....he's in same city and would have been invaluable in directing me to the right hospital....they have 7 in that one city..#$%* we share one between 2 cities!!! duh!
Anyhow after a few wrong numbers I got to the right hospital and wonder of wonders they gave me an update on my girls condition.
That is kinda amazing as like most quasi govt depts we are all trained not to divulge personal information unless we can confirm identities...full marks to the young Aussie nurse who realised a rather concerned father across the Tasman sea and briefed me anyway.

Anyhow it seems my girl is OK but they are keeping her in for obs and I have to call back in an hour, kids...they'll be the death of me.
