‘Morning all.
Gosh, there’s a lot of us about this morning.
I hope that you managed to get some sleep in the end, one way or another.
My husband is in hospital again.
At around 4am yesterday morning, he started saying all manner of weird stuff and acting strange. He decided to make a cup of tea in the ‘upstairs kitchen’ (not unusual in itself) but it became apparent that he had no idea how to do it and got all mixed up.
I thought (prayed) that it could be a reaction to his strong painkillers and an otc sleeping tablet, and tried to help him get back to sleep, but it carried on.
Completely coincidentally Maw sent me a pm, so I told her what was happening.
She thought that it might have been a TIA (I think that’s what she said, it’s a type of minor stroke).
I really wanted a doctor to come, but that seems impossible these days for whatever reason, so I rang 999.
Which I knew was going to be really hard, because it wouldn’t have gone down well with DH.
I was really lucky, on that our lovely next door neighbours were here and not at their holiday home.
The husband sat talking with DH in the garden for about an hour, while his wife sat with me waiting for the ambulance.
The paramedics were lovely.
Anyway, he’s got (another) chest infection and a fever.