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Hello, in today's program, the anti-inflammatory dichlofenac.

We examine calls to withdraw one of the most widely used treatments for arthritis and sprains and strains because it increases the risk of heart attack.

The hazards of living with a bird.

We investigate a listener's concerns about his pet cockatiel

and learn that you don't need to keep lots of pigeons

or fancy them to be at risk of pigeon fancier's lung.

And hospital food, as new demands from Nice push nutrition higher up the NHS agenda,

we visit an award-winning hospital kitchen to find out what can be achieved if you aim for the top. For me, I think a hospital should be the beacon of good food, any NHS hospital. They should be the ones telling people what good food is, not having to go to hospital and have a cold sandwich and a cup of tin soup. It's wrong. I mean, patients, if anything, need to get the best meals, not the Savoy.

It should be the other way around.

You should be getting your fantastic three-coes at a hospital, and when you're fit and well, you cook your own. I mean, you have to look after you here, and that's what our job is. But first, I'm sure you'll have heard about the plight of 18-year-old Sam Woodhead, who got lost on a run,

and ended up spending three days alone in the scorching heat of the Australian outback.

He was on his last legs when rescuers found him, as he explained to Paddy O'Connell on Broadcasting House on Sunday morning.

How dark did things become for you?

Pretty dire. I turned to drinking my contact solution as the only liquid I had. I drunk a bit

of my own urine. It was getting pretty desperate stages. By the end, I couldn't walk. I was

crawling on my hands and knees. I don't think I would have lasted another half a day,

let alone another couple of days at all.

I was properly on my last legs.

I'd lost 15 kilos in three days, so I was pretty skinny and pretty gaming,

and everything was looking downhill, to honest.

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