I didn't dare update the thread last night - I spoke too soon. Mr D ended up having another temperature spike last night and we sailed off to A&E at about 3am. I knew it was coming and had stayed awake waiting for it. He's in an isolation room (on the private wing because they'd run out of rooms everywhere else, hurrah) and I got home just in time to walk the dogs at about 8am. His HB levels have dropped to 8.5 this time, so it's no wonder he has been so bloody breathless. Last week I could have killed him though. He had an accident in a tractor and slammed his liver onto the steering wheel - as if it doesn't already have enough to deal with. And he decided to shift just over a tonne of compost in bags from one side of the site to another; he did use a tractor to actually carry it, but the 75 bags didn't magic themselves into the bucket. He pushed/moved/dragged each bloody one. I KNOW it's important for his mental balance to actually achieve things, but really. Is he insane? He didn't even do it slowly. It took him much less than an hour.
I've had to give in and go to bed for a few hours - it seems I can't manage a whole night with no sleep and a normal day anymore. It's my age, I think.
Mrs S - what set you off? I nearly, nearly lost it yesterday because I knew what was coming last night but managed to cling onto well behaved. I'd say you were mostly exhausted; proper, bone aching, emotionally exhausted. You've had to hold it together for such a long time and now you've had a fabulous piece of news, it has loosened your grip of keeping yourself together. It's what happened to me, anyway!
Good luck Mr & Mrs C - fingers crossed it's a good round.
And Lisa - hope today is kind to you, your DH and your girls.
Looks like a few of us are going to have a tough week this week. Hope all results are positive.