We received an emergency call from our Friend yesterday.
We were packed, the boat secured and on the road within the hour.
When we arrived here, it was a 999 job, and he was taken by ambulance to hospital.
Whilst he was away, Hubby and I cleaned through the house and did the laundry. We walked the dogs and did some shopping for dinner. We had not anticipated they would discharge him, but after draining over 2 litres of fluid from his lung this time, they sent him home.
Hubby collected him, and when they got back, our friend could hardly walk or get his breath and was coughing up blood.
He wouldn’t let us call 999 again, and said it was normal after this kind of treatment.
Being a retired paramedic/ambulance driver, we respected his medical knowledge, but were not happy. Despite keeping his coat on, us giving him a woolly hat and gloves and a hot water bottle, he could not get warm.
We packed him off to bed early, propped up on pillows and covered with two duvets, with a bowl, tissues and a replenished hot water bottle, and told him in no uncertain terms that if things didn’t settle down in a couple of hours, he would have no choice in the matter, we would get him professional help.
Being in a constant temperature, and with us immediately on hand at whatever hour, he dozed and coughed, then dozed some more. He has had a ‘good’ night, and looks slightly better this morning.
He has agreed to stay in bed today and possibly tomorrow and let us take the reins of looking after him, the dog and the house.
He is sleeping now, Bud on the floor by his side dozing yet alert, letting us know when he stirs.
Our Friend has good neighbours. His brother is, like us, a few hours away, but what he needs is rest and care.
We can do that.
He is more than our friend.
He is our Family.