Last Sunday Rachel spent the weekend in London with her boyfriend. Lazy walks to St Katherine's Docks, lunch outside, drinks with friends in the evening. Preparing to fly out to Barcelona on Thursday on a hen weekend ...
This weekend she's spent 98% of her time in a laying down position! eating bland food and very little of it and those prosecco cocktails have been swapped for glasses of plain water.
There have been flowers
And get well cards and good wishes. Her only view of Spain has been via Facebook photos and Whatsapp messages. And that private nurse we hired ...
Sacked for sleeping on the job!
When we look back we think this has been brewing for a while. Her favourite foods started to give her stomach ache and she'd eat a few mouthfuls of food and then have to stop as her appetite just went. The timing was bad in as much as she is missing the hen weekend, but great as if it had happened 2 days later she would have been in Spain. However, she is due to fly out to Portugal on Saturday for a week with her boyfriend but has to go to the docs Wed or Thur to see if she is fit to fly. I'm glad the decision for that one is out of our hands and she's resigned herself to them probably saying 'no' even though the hospital said it might be ok. We can't stress over that, but need to concentrate on getting her stronger again. It's funny the little milestones we normally take for granted. Getting out of bed on your own. Standing up straight. Sitting on a dining room chair. Sleeping on your side.
So this is not the post I planned to write today, I had much nicer things in mind but they can wait for the moment. No matter how old your children are, when they are hurt, you hurt too and my patient needs to take her next dose of painkillers so I will leave it here for now. Tune in again in a couple of days time for non-illness related stories!