Hello lovely people - old and new! How I've missed you all, it feels like an absolute age since I've been here and seen you all (as it were). A huge thank you to Laz (she of the amazing christmas pudding) for starting up a new thread, with a fab title. I've just read through it and I feel like I've come home to be with my friends again. I know how cheesey that sounds, but you have no idea how comforting it is to see the familiar names, and new ones too, still being thoughtful and sympathetic, and most of all, still being here. I hope you all had wonderful Christmases and have had/are having good positive starts to 2013
Dondon, sorry to hear about your dh, I'm so glad to hear he's on the road to recovery. You sound like the right sort of person to have around in an emergency - any time you want to drop by mine, you'll be more than welcome!
The last few weeks have slipped by in a haze, I can hardly believe Christmas has been and gone, and that it's been about six weeks since I posted? Shortly after my last post I could see that Dh was feeling unwell but just thought he had a bit of a cold. Hah! Should have know dh never has "a bit of" anything.
One morning, about three days before Christmas, I could see he was really struggling, but even then, I didn't worry too much. It wasn't until later that day when he actually asked me if I would take him in to hospital that I realised he must be feeling extra bad - he generally does everything in his power to avoid hospital. When we arrived at A & E, since there were no parking spaces, I pulled up outside the main entrance and told him to get out and I'd meet him inside. He got as far as the bonnet of the car before collapsing on to it. I was a bit shocked as I hadn't realised quite how ill he'd been feeling, and if I'm totally honest, my first reaction was to worry about holding up the queue of traffic behind me!
I can't really remember too much about the next few hours - he was rushed into rescuss as it was discovered that his blood pressure was virtually non-existent, and it did seem as if nothing the staff tried was working. There were any number of drips up, injections being given, monitors attached etc. The staff were brilliant but there was no response to any of the calls the duty renal registrar was putting out for a renal consultant, and one of the nurses said "his systems are shutting down". The renal reg ran off then to the renal ward to physically get hold of a consultant, and thank god, she was soon back with one in tow. They stabbed him with something then (no idea what) before running through the corridors pushing him, drips, oxygen and all, to the renal ITU. And to cut to the point (otherwise I could quite happily bore you all with all the details!) it transpired he had double pneumonia.
Pretty sure most people would have written him off at this point, I know I had. But, being the stubborn bugger that he is, I am happy to report that he is alive and well, if not quite kicking! One of the docs told me just before dh came home that he didn't know anyone else who would have survived this latest drama, especially in view of all that he went through after the heart op. And I know pride comes before a fall and all that, but I am so amazingly proud of him and his resilience and his sheer strength of will. And I'm sure that all the prayers winging our way, courtesy of the good people of MN, will have played their part too!
So, can't say it was the best Christmas we've ever had, but that was then, and this is now. He's home now and going from strength to strength, and as determined as ever to go to Bar School in September. In the meantime, he has contacted some people he knew back in his working days to see if they can help him get some (unpaid, unfortunately!) experience working in law firms. Dc were all amazing, and I tried to keep as upbeat as possible for them (think all the presents helped somewhat too!).