DH is rarely ill. When he is it is big time. I know he is ill tonight as the Pyjamas of Poorliness have come out.
He has a cyst at the back of his throat. It was caused by trauma when he pulled out his Breathing tube 20 months ago whilst on ITU. He was ( and I quote) off his tits at the time.
So this cyst likes to get infected every so often.
We have been to the doctors yesterday afternoon and have the antibiotics but they haven't had time to start working. Swallowing his spit is too painful so I am lying here listening to him spit into a pot whilst moaning.
Called his work already as DH can't talk that well - he is a HGV driver, not slept and therefore not safe.
What a bloody night!