Monday was not a good day. It started, as usual, with Bill waking up and me getting a cup of orange juice for him. As usual he was really thirsty and tried to drink it as fast as possible. Then, without warning, he had one of his mini fits - the orange juice went the wrong way and he was choking. Panic! Phone 999. Try to keep his airway open whilst answering endless questions. Open front door. Within minutes he was whisked off to A & E and I was left to get dressed and follow behind.
At the Royal Berks after various tests they decide that he is severely dehydrated and has a bladder infection. How did that happen?
Suddenly he vomits a nasty dark brown liquid vomit. But he had not eaten anything. They clean him up but seem unphased by the colour of the vomit and move him onto the next ward. More questions. More vomit - lots this time but once again it is not considered important.
Panic again ! He has virtually no blood pressure! Drips, antibiotics, blood tests, x-rays catheters, etc.etc. Bill remains unconscious to it all. Now they reckon he has sepsis! How did THAT happen? Doctors say he probably will not get through the night! They move him to a private room. I tell the family. Bill's son and his wife drive from Leeds overnight, his stepson wants to fly down from Orkney and I stay by his bed side all night. Whatever next?!".............to be continued!
Lost in France 
Dan’s brother passed away. Do I tell him? 
