Roger spent the last few days feeling less than alright at best. He feels sick alot, but the main worry is if he takes even 3 or 4 steps he's gasping for breath. The district nurse, the out of hours emergency doctor and his GP all think it is due to anaemia, and it was thought he may need a blood tranfusion. We were awaiting results of blood tests when last Monday evening he actually started vomiting (he's on anti sickness drugs as well) and that was so scary for both of us. Immagine being sick and gasping for breath at the same time! I put him to bed(when he lies still he breathing is ok), but we had a fairly disturbing night culminating in an ambulance dash at 6.00am to A & E.
Once there we had the usual nightmare of trying to find a vein to insert a canula. In the end a young doctor did it in his neck, (the only option left) with the aid of an ultra sound machine.
Blood test revealed that his haemoglobin was good. X-Rays showed no evidence of clots and the chest was clear, so they're still trying to figure it out.
I left him on the ward at 2.00pm and came home to catch up on some sleep, only stopping briefly enroute to buy mince pies. I felt I needed a treat!
Originally the story of Roger's op, which morphed into Suzanne and Roger in Crete and then as the reversal failed, back again!
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