Had to go straight to bed both knackerised.
Well after his stroke the weekend before last I haven't been coping well. Outwardly ok, inwardly a train wreck waiting to happen.
He looks the better of the two except his vision, which is what went isn't back to normal. Thankfully I drive as he can't.
So we went for his check up yesterday.. All was going well and then he needed a blood test. So he was carted off and I waited outside the cubicle just texting my children when I heard 'are you ok', are you feeling better?' I poked my head around the curtain and there he was slumped in the chair and the colour just draining from his body. He's normally very ruddy of complexion and he'd turned a horrible yellow. I tried to get him to take some rescue remedy but he was totally unresponsive. They got the doctor who was only in the next office and by then he was starting to recover.
I'm in such a state with myself I thought it was a massive stroke. I thought I'd lost him. After he was carted off to another cubicle to lie down I asked the doctor ( more than once ) if it was a stroke and was he sure it wasn't. No, it was only a faint.
The nurse had putt the needle in, missed the vein, tried another arm and missed that one and he'd had enough and just gone!
After a cup of tea with rescue remedy and a biscuit, sister had a go while he was laid down. Got the needle in fine, then while the blood was flowing nicely realised she had the wrong bottles so I had to go chasing up and down to find a nurse who could find the right ones, while she stood holding the needle in mr dowsers arm.
I even remember asking her if she wanted a chair.
Anyway, oh ruddy cheeked one said he was fine, I looked like death warmed up so those couple of hours out were a good tonic as I go to bed, sleep a couple of hours and then spend the rest of the night catastrophising.
I need to get a grip !