I went in trepidation to the hospital this lunchtime half expecting to find they had moved him onto a medical ward so that he could have a drip due to dehydration. Not a bit of it! No longer angry just very 'eyes closed to the world' state but he'd had three weetabix for breakfast with loads of sugar and milk, a bottle of fortisips and, at breaktime this morning, a full glass of milk and none of it thrown. I've been to hell and back during the night worrying and I needn't have. Oh well, there will be a million more times like that I expect. With the heightened state of anxiety which all carers must be in a lot of the time, which goes up but never truly comes back down again, it's a wonder we haven't all got stomach ulcers. Or have we????!!!!!
And I now I have stuck my post icon in the wrong place. Huh! It was supposed to be an eek at the end. Oh well.
Love from Sammyb
And I now I have stuck my post icon in the wrong place. Huh! It was supposed to be an eek at the end. Oh well.
Love from Sammyb