Quick post

Friday night:
Just a quick entry tonight. I phoned Andy last night (Thursday) at 9pm and he said he was in bed as he wasn't feeling too well. I was worried so called him back this morning but got no reply. I thought maybe he felt better and had gone shopping; I didn't want to think the worse. I went to work and Karon, my boss, came in and asked how he was then realised I didn't know what she was talking about. He'd called an ambulance in the early hours of the morning and got himself admitted into hospital. From A&E he'd gone to CDU. CDU stands for the Clinical Decisions Unit but we always call it the Can't Decide Unit, everybody goes there until they decide what to do with them. Karon said I could go upstairs to A&E and see him before I started work. Anyway, he was on a drip and his glands were swollen right out under his ears, it looked like he had an apple in each cheek. He said he ached all over but his head felt better than when he came in. Eventually I thought I'd better go do some work so I left him and said I'd be back later. A couple of hours later he phoned me to say the doctor said he could go home as he wasn't in pain any more. He wanted money for a taxi. I went to the ATM and got some money out and took it up to him. I called a taxi and before he left he said he'd told the doctor he wasn't in pain but he was really. I think that's really stupid, I know being in hospital isn't nice but it's dangerous to come out before he's ready. I'm just praying he'll be OK. As he gets older he seems to be getting more of these mini crisis before a big one. I hope he's going to be OK, we go on holiday in nine weeks and I want him well for it. It was so weird because I never take my purse to work so wouldn't have normally had money for a taxi for him but today for some reason I picked my purse up before I left home. Maybe I'm psychic! Our holiday to Scotland had to be cancelled when he was in crisis a year ago, I just hope we don't have to repeat that again. I'm off here now, I need to get to bed so I can get up early to go over and see Andy, I've told him to call me if he has to be re-admitted ~ fingers crossed he doesn't.
Saturday night:
I called Andy this morning to make sure he was OK. He said he still ached much more than usual and the pain in his head was back. I told him to keep drinking and asked if he needed anything. He wanted a sack of potatoes so I picked them up on the way over there. He's been in bed since he got home yesterday, I've got a really bad feeling about this, I'm just praying he'll be OK by the time our holiday comes round. I'm worried about the head pains, sickle cell patients have a much higher chance of having a stroke.
I always feel like I'm in limbo when he's like this, just waiting to see what's going to happen. He's been lucky so far but I know that at 53yrs old he's past the age that sickle cell sufferers normally live. I just want him around longer, we've been together nearly twenty four years now, I don't know what I'd do without him.
Anyway, I've got to get on with some laundry and other mundane chores I had to put off earlier.
Sorry I haven't been around much but this is taking up all my time right now. I'll be back when Andy is well again ~ I hope it won't be too long this time.