9 days ago MrFF became unwell, was sick for most of the night, stayed in bed the next day and ate nothing. We both thought it was some horrible gastro virus, I fully expected to go down with it too. By Wednesday he could tolerate the stomach cramps no longer and phoned the doctor who could only offer an appointment at the surgery that day. So MrFF got himself up and showered, we both went off to the doctor. He was diagnosed with a blockage in his system and given a prescription for a strong laxative, he was to take 8 doses the first day. We expected dramatic results but really the medication didn’t make a lot of difference. He didn’t eat for 4 days and now he’s only just got an appetite for small meals. He gradually started getting up, mostly to lie on the settee and sleep, yesterday he took a short walk for some fresh air.
So it’s been a quiet time for me, popping out for essentials and listening to MrFF moaning and groaning. I don’t think he’s returned to full health yet but he’s definitely getting back to normal. Here are two examples. First he decided he could manage a poached egg on toast, the egg wasn’t up to standard, he didn’t enjoy the bread and I made the tea too strong. Secondly he wrote to the newspapers and had a letter published in today’s Daily Telegraph after he tried to elicit a response from the Inland Revenue to a letter he sent in February this year. After holding on the phone for 40 minutes he was told he could expect a reply by August next year as they have a backlog.
I could make various tasteless comments here etc but I am better than that.
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