I am still reeling after yesterdays revelation, having taken the medication and watched my diet for 20 years it was quite a shock. DB has said very little which is typical. It will take a while to come to terms with the diagnosis myself.
I thought we were in for a sleepless night last night, DB came to bed stinking of vick, he coughed and spluttered for a while and then dropped off. He was awake at 3am so I made him take more paracetamol and cough stuff and he slept till the alarm went off. I have a feeling this may have be a result of his visit to the bowls club on Tuesday for the AGM.
He decided not to come with me this morning, so I had to brave the shops on my own. I did get someone to put the bags in the car for me at Lidl and DB carried them in when I got home.
He went for his siesta after lunch, I had lit the fire in the sitting room, so am on the settee.
I have no idea what is going to happen next, the fact that they do not seem to be unusually bothered makes me wonder just how bad it is. One thing I do know; after what happened when I had this pacemaker in I am rather concerned that it does not happen again and that they do not give me morphine.
I have had several things buzzing around in my head for a while, now seems the time to sort everything out so there is no confusion later.
No cleaning done, I will dust and hoover the sitting room tomorrow, I might be able to talk DB into pushing the Dyson round. I am so thankful we are in this bungalow and not having to lug the heavy dyson up the stairs.
Fish, celariac and potato mash, sweetcorn and peas for supper. Banana for dessert.