Alex and me have had a rotten day.
But it started before today. Last Wednesday he started being sick after eating fatty food. By Thursday it was after a meal, but still ok on small snacks. He took himself to the Docs and got some heart burn medication.
Over the weekend the vomiting happened every time he ate something, So no Sunday lunch for us... beef is now waiting in the freezer!
This morning at 6am he got up and started being sick. He wretched for almost four hours. He just couldn't stop, there was nothing to bring up except bright yellow bile. During these four hours we went to the docs and ended up in A&E at a local hospital.
The poor sausage finally got off his trolley and into bed at 8.30 tonight on the ward. He's been attached to two drips all day, one re hydrating him and one trying to stop the puking.
Tonight finally after a day spent sleeping for him and reading for me I've come home.
I did come home earlier to sort out the dog. Sort out the collection of Al's hire car tomorrow. Keys now being held at school across the road for the transport man.
Sorted out telling Kit and my sis. Cancelling clients, friends and shovelling food in my face to get back to the hospital, all in two hours flat.
Now I've called all again and have shoved toast in my face. And I'm writing this to unwind me before I take the dog out and then collapse in bed.
Al in the meantime is in a ward full of old men, he's the only young person there. And he is contemplating whether to agree to a gastroscopy tomorrow, doc and me say yes! Him,surprisingly not keen! But as his mother advised, this is the second bought of this and does he want it again. Or should he put up with 20 minutes of an utterly vile procedure, which may just find out what is wrong with him.
Added to this I'm supposed to be going to Amsterdam at the weekend.....
I'd felt like a day off work, but this wasn't quite what I had in mind when I thought it!!!!!
