Leading up to Christmas I wrapped F in cotton wool, so paranoid he'd have a fall prior to Christmas, which I was looking on as probably our last 'normal' Christmas, and looking forward to family Christmas at my daughters. Well....
On the Wednesday/Thursday we spent 24 hours without electricity, the being the power supply to my house, they dug up my front garden to find the fault was in the street, the neighbours all kicked off because of the disruptions the repair caused them(considerate neighbours)
I was then keeping my fingers crossed I could get through the next 72 hours smoothly and sit up at the Christmas table that my daughter had set so beautifully,
Christmas Eve F couldn't clear his throat, I've had to call 111 after 10 hours a doctor finally came out at 9.30pm and said he had a chest infection and gave antibiotics. We made it to my daughters, F didn't want to sit up to the table, then he wanted me to sit on the settee with him to help him, well at least I was in the same room as everyone else! He got slowly worse and I just about managed to get him home. I couldn't risk taking upstairs to bed so we slept downstairs.
Boxing Day he was a touch better, my other daughter & son in law and new granddaughter came to lunch, I did get to sit at the table that day, although F didn't want to, 2nd night on the settee.
Today I've had to call 111 again, by the time I'd collected what they'd prescribed he'd gone downhill so much I've had to take him to A&E, he is very poorly I don't know how I got him into the wheelchair, he's been admitted, chest infection and dehydrated, just got home at 3.40 am, on the upside at least I get to sleep???? In the bedroom. Will have to go back to the hospital in the morning as don't think the ward have a clue about PSP
That's why I don't say happy Christmas anymore!
Oh well that's my story, thanks for listening
Lots of love