I Was Wrong!

When I went to check on The Mother this morning I realised how wrong I was to think I should sleep in my own bed last night. She hadn't slept a wink after I left and had suffered terrible hallucinations. She had been terrified.

I went to get the leaflet from the new tablets she had been given last month after her embolism. She was suffering from six of the very rare side-effects that less than 1 in 10,000 experience. I told her not to take one this morning!

I stayed a while then I had a ride out, as I do on Sundays., promising to be back with a boiled egg for lunch. I got a call telling me to cancel the boiled egg. A while later I got an awful call saying she was really unwell. I hurried along, putting my foot down and reaching 60 mph, where I could, which I rarely do. I was very worried.

I spent most of the day with her distracting her from her feelings - well, after all, she had got her Sunday Telegraph!

She couldn't eat, nothing tasted right - that was another side-effect. I said I would spend the night there again.

In between visits I did a good job hacking down vegetation in our garden with the sickle (I always hate pulling out this lovely weed, but I have to!) and The Man sawed down the last limbs of a huge willow in her garden. A good day's work.

So, The Mother couldn't sleep. We sat up talking until I fell asleep at 3, knowing she felt fine. Visit to the doctor tomorrow for a change in prescription, I think.