Come on in before I fall asleep in my coffee. I am trying to stay awake for another couple of hours so tell me your news, make me laugh and have a cuppa and some seeds. Sorry that is all there is as I ate the cranberries for lunch.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I thought this week could only get better but I was wrong. At least though, we have discovered what the problem is and tomorrow morning Roger plans on rectifying it. His beard is being shaved off. A pity as it suits him but it is obvious to us now that whenever he grows a beard our life goes haywire and starts to revolve around hospitals. Last time he tried to grow a beard was before his 70th birthday. On that occasion a chain of events (you can read about it here) led to my hospitalisation and both Roger and I being blinded.
This time I’ve had my Mum who is finally back in bed to sleep but not before gaining a head injury as the narcotic pain relief she was having put her to sleep leading to her falling face first onto the floor, giving herself a head injury. As well as my Mum last night Roger gave us a sleepless night as he moaned (more like screamed) in pain as he hugged the toilet. After 4 hours he finally consented to me taking him to hospital. Morphine did the trick for him and he was sent home with a diagnosis of gastro. 8am x-ray rang and said he was to come and have a CT at 10 am. Not bad for a Saturday morning. 1145 we got the first call that our medical centre had got the results and the doctor wanted to see him straight away. An appointment was made for 1pm. In that hour we went through all the possible diagnoses. All dire. Just as we were walking out the door. The hospital rang. That doctor wanted to speak to Roger. Now our hearts really sank but luckily although not good it was not a dire prognosis. He has kidney stone blocking a tube. The pain is likely to return but he will live to shave off that beard.
I’m sure I have good news as well. What it is cannot be retrieved from my fogged brain so I’ll leave it there. You are welcome to get your own coffee or tea. I’m afraid I’m off to sleep.
Hope you have a good week and thanks to Diana for hosting our weekend coffee share.