It Was All Going According To Plan!

It was all going according to plan, but you know what they say.......The best laid plans of mice and men!

No sooner had Roger announced that it was official.....he was on the road to recovery, than it all kicked off on Tuesday night with him being violently ill, and culminated in a doctor arriving in the dead of night from Westcall, the out of hours service, to give him an anti-sickness jab to stop him vomiting.

This stopped him being sick for 8 hours or so, but, as hard as I battled to rehydrate him and keep his medication down, it was an impossible task. He also developed something scary called the rigors, which is violent shaking from head to toe.

The next night was some or all of the same, plus a very high temperature 39.7 and it became obvious that we were left with no choice, but to call an ambulance in the early hours.

He spent the first 2 nights on CDU (Clinical Decisions Unit) and now he's on Redlands ward, where, despite giving him intravenous drugs and paracetamol, his temperature is still through the roof alot of the time, and he still feels sick & isn't really eating (not as we know it!) and they don't really know what's causing it at the moment.

I got up this morning and went for a run. It makes me feel so positive both physically and mentally, and I need that strength if I'm to cope with Roger and everything else at the moment. Stuck washing on before I shot out of the door, came back, had a shower, hung out the washing and had breakfast.

Then! set about trying to cancel the holiday booked for Monday at Center Parcs. It was laughable (in an hysterical sort of way) press this button, press that button, at one stage I almost pressed the wrong button and very nearly ended up booking a spa & facial. Eventually got through to a human, who gave me the telephone number of the insurance co. She told me they would give me a claim number and I must get back to them with this number and then they could proceed.

This I did. I then had to go through the whole charade again of getting through to Center Parcs. Of course you never get the same operator twice, and this one, Sarah, told me that as Mr. Singer originally booked the holiday......he must be the one to ring them in person and request a "Non Arrivals Form". I pointed out that Mr. Singer was languishing in a hospital bed as I spoke, and that that was the reason for cancelling the holiday, but Sarah was having none of it! I said "This is ridiculous! Just supposing, heaven forbid, that he didn't come out, that he in fact, died in hospital?" She said " We would look at that event when it arose."
After that I had to lie in a darkened room for a while, to recover.

This afternoon I found Roger about the same, and waiting to go for an ultrasound to see what this uncomfortable region is in the perineum. They told us that it was indeed fluid, as we suspected, but they couldn't say what it is or where it is coming from. Roger thinks this is the key to all his recent problems, and I'm inclined to agree. Next, to help them find out more about the fluid, he must have a MRI scan, which will be on Tuesday as far as we know. Will keep you all posted!