I should know better than to get complacent. I do know better.
In the small hours of this morning the hospital decided that the skinny one was dehydrated (whose fault was that?) and that his blood pressure was too low and dropping. So they decided to do a blood transfusion.
To which he had a very bad reaction. His temperature shot to 38.9, and he started drifting in and out of consciousness. The resultant kerfuffle woke the whole ward. About which I care less than nothing.
Needless to say we gained this information from the smaller portion and from reading the notes which the physiotherapist had carelessly left by his bed. Hiss and bloody spit.
Tomorrow I am on the war path. Himself is tired today - but he had just finished the longest walk he has taken since the surgery when I saw him. He is getting his clear fluids, and also some effective pain release. Both good things, but my feet are still on that path to war.
In the small hours of this morning the hospital decided that the skinny one was dehydrated (whose fault was that?) and that his blood pressure was too low and dropping. So they decided to do a blood transfusion.
To which he had a very bad reaction. His temperature shot to 38.9, and he started drifting in and out of consciousness. The resultant kerfuffle woke the whole ward. About which I care less than nothing.
Needless to say we gained this information from the smaller portion and from reading the notes which the physiotherapist had carelessly left by his bed. Hiss and bloody spit.
Tomorrow I am on the war path. Himself is tired today - but he had just finished the longest walk he has taken since the surgery when I saw him. He is getting his clear fluids, and also some effective pain release. Both good things, but my feet are still on that path to war.
