Good morning all from grey Algarve, it looks as if it rained during the night. Both daughters and niece have been here since Friday and don’t go home until tomorrow morning. They have had a good time and are determined to go to Carnaval this afternoon even if it rains again.
Plans had to be changed dramatically on Friday morning as DH was going to collect them from the airport at about 9.30am.
I’d stayed in bed whilst he went to have a shower first on Friday but suddenly heard strange noises.
DH’s legs had given way again and he’d collapsed on the bathroom floor. He’d collapsed in the shower but had managed to drag himself across the floor and was stuck, stark naked across the floor behind the door! Still unable to get up but completely coherent, he was half on, half off his bath towel. I somehow managed to get into the bathroom and after I’d made sure nothing was obviously broken covered him up to keep him warm and had to phone for an ambulance. By this time, the girls were due to land within the hour and had no idea what had been happening. When the ambulance eventually found us they decided to take him to the local Health Centre instead of Faro Hospital and knowing that they wouldn’t let me stay with him until all the checks had been done, I decided to stay at home until I’d messaged them and knew a bit more.
To cut a long story short, DH seems quite alright but will be seeing his doctor as soon as we can get an appointment. I should have collected blood test results last Friday but now have to wait to get them on Monday after which presumably I will need to see the doctor and hopefully DH will have even more tests to find out why this is happening.
I’m feeling somewhat fraught and just wish that the girls, who are all in their fifties and laugh at being called that, could stay another few days.
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