There is always Plan B Misha Herwin
Over
the years I’ve been posting here I’ve tended to write my blog very much at the
last minute, this month has been the same only more so. Yesterday ran away with
me and by the time I realised I was in danger of missing my slot I was too
tired to think, yet alone write.
Inspiration
too was missing. When I’m stressed I find it almost impossible to be creative.
However, there is always plan B, which is why I’ve modified a post from my own
blog.
Here’s
hoping that’s okay.
When
life gives you lemons then make lemonade is very much where I am just now. I
was busy planning the publishing schedule for “Friday Night at Rosa’s” starting
with “Wedding Belles at Rosa’s,” the prequel to the series. My post went up on
Monday during the Mslexia write-in hour, then Mike and I had lunch and went
shopping to M&S. Supper was mushroom risotto, a favourite of his, then he
watched the football and I went to do more work on my list of things to do
before publication day.
All
these might seem very trivial details but, given what happened next, they have
become a snapshot of what might be our last normal day together.
On
Tuesday morning, without any warning, he woke in a state of utter confusion.
Luckily he was due to have a blood test and when I explained how worried I was
to the nurse, she instantly got him to see the GP, who sent him off to A&E.
By
now Mike was determined he was not going to hospital and I was determined he
was. How to get him there was the problem. We only live a ten minute drive away
but parking is horrendous and he was in no fit state to walk any distance, nor
could I drop him off to wait while a found a space, because I was sure he
wouldn’t stay.
This
is where friends Jan and Peter came to my rescue. Jan came with us and she and
I managed to persuade Mike to get out of the car. Then she took him into the
department and, when he turned to go home, told him in no uncertain terms that
he was staying, while I parked the car, a five minute walk away and hurried
back as fast as I could.
When
I returned he was about to be transferred to the Acute Medical Unit and from
there he was admitted into a ward and they began tests to find out exactly what
is going on in his brain.
In
the meantime, he’s obsessed with entering numbers on a computer only he can
see, while I wait for the result of the scans.
Pretty
sour lemons all round.
Now
for the bitter sweet lemonade.
Throughout
the whole of this horrible week, we have been met with the utmost kindness and
care, from the receptionist at the GPs who changed Mike’s original blood test
appointment, to Kirsty the nurse who dealt with his reluctance to see Dr Ganesh
so gently but firmly, from the friends who helped me to get him to hospital and
Heather who fed me supper and gave me hugs and tissues and Molly the dog who
curled up at my side because she sensed I need comforting.
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