Wednesday, September 21, 2011
What Really Matters (Pneumonia)
He was admitted last night with suspected pneumonia and is on intravenous antibiotics and has an oxygen mask strapped to his face.
While I was writing frivolous rubbish about mustard shoes, his left lung was collapsing. (I am not blaming myself, you understand, just pointing out the irony.) He seemed a bit sniffly and hoarse when I left him in the morning, but I had made him promise to demand to see his GP after being told on Monday that he could have an appointment a week on Thursday...
So at 5pm he rang me and said the GP had just called an ambulance, could I come?
When I got there he was sitting waiting in his car. He had told the GP that he didn't need an ambulance, his wife would drive him to hospital. What?!
So I got him checked in, and returned home to pick up his chemo medicines, toothbrush and essential reading materials. By the time I got back to the hospital he had had several sets of blood taken and was just waiting to go for an x-ray.
It will not surprise me if they find something sinister in or around his left ribs. He has been unable to lie on this side since his golf injury in the middle of August.
What can I say?
It just goes to show you never know what will happen next in the wonderful world of myeloma, and that actually, yes, you really should seize the day.