And not a sign of Alice Cooper anywhere.
It came over quite cloudy on the drive to the hospital, so I felt a little easier leaving Maggie in the car after first taking her for a walk round the grounds where she performed for me, then giving her a drink before I went inside.
Hubby was in quite good spirits, but hadn’t seen the consultant yet, so when the sun came out, I went back and sat in the car with all the windows, boot, and 2 doors open. She didn’t want another wee, but I gave her a drink, and she settled down OK.
There was no shade where I was parked, but I was keeping a beady eye open on the spaces in the next rank which happened to have two trees overhanging them. When the vehicles moved, so did I and the difference in temperature was quite substantial.
Hubby rang me at 3pm to ask if I could come up to the ward as he had just been seen.
They are keeping him in for the weekend and he is being monitored for the possibility of having a pacemaker fitted. It would appear that the meds the HHA (Head Honcho Ass at the surgery) prescribed has been doing more harm than good in slowing his heart down as well as his blood pressure. Some of the symptoms of bradycardia are chronic fatigue (which he’s had for months), irregular heart beat, shortness of breath and dizzy spells.
Finally we seem to be getting to the root of the problem.
Having taken in some clean clothes, a new puzzle book, some goodies, his shaver and phone charger, I made sure he was OK for cash in case he wanted some chocolate or a paper off the trolley. I’d already put £10 credit on his phone, so he can text or call me without the worry of it running out.
I hit the school run coming back, and I have never in my life seen so many kids on bicycles! They were all over the place like rampant ants on a sugar raid, some careering across the road regardless of oncoming traffic.
It took me over twenty minutes to get on the main road for home, and I arrived here at 4.45.
I took Maggie for a walk where she performed both businesses bless her, and then got myself something to eat.
I’d bought some chicken breast this morning and thought I’d do my own chicken pasta salad. It looked easy enough to prepare, and for the cost of a prepared one, I actually got enough chicken to do me and Maggie for 2 days.
Although it was OK, I won’t be making it again as the pasta I buy isn’t all that nice cold. Still, it’s filled me up and hopefully I won’t be raiding the cupboard as I’ve used all my syns today having apricots as my B option so my Hi-fi bars had to be synned as well as my cereal this morning plus I had a latte coffee at the hospital.
Hubby has told me to have a ‘Me’ day tomorrow and not go in so that I can give some quality time to Maggie too. Not much fun being secured in the back of the car as there is a fine of £1000 if your dog isn’t tethered.