<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>pulmonaryembolism on Gloucestershire Daily</title><link>https://gloucestershiredaily.co.uk/tags/pulmonaryembolism/</link><description>Recent content in pulmonaryembolism on Gloucestershire Daily</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2026 05:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://gloucestershiredaily.co.uk/tags/pulmonaryembolism/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>To my Gloucestershire Royal Hospital Heroes – Thank You for Saving My Life</title><link>https://gloucestershiredaily.co.uk/to-my-gloucestershire-royal-hospital-heroes-thank-you-for-saving-my-life/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2026 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://gloucestershiredaily.co.uk/to-my-gloucestershire-royal-hospital-heroes-thank-you-for-saving-my-life/</guid><description>I’ve never been a fan of hospitals, and I doubt I’m alone in that. I’m not much for doctors either. Like many men, I tend to brush off aches and pains, hoping they’ll just fade away. That’s exactly what happened when I started feeling a little under the weather—snuffy nose, sore throat, nothing to worry about, or so I thought.
Then came the shortness of breath over a few days. Maybe it was Covid, I figured.</description></item></channel></rss>