OK, so life has taken a turn this week. W has been fighting a cold since last week and this weekend we thought it was on the mend...she was still tired and sleeping most evenings. Yesterday was her day off (with children as they were both ill) and I came home and asked her how she was feeling (picture the scene, W has been either sick in bed or under the duvet downstairs all day);
W - Fine!!! (angry tone) Me - (Bad day) I only asked!!
Things slid a bit from there and I was angry with her reaction. Later on, she stated that she felt like she had hit rock bottom. Well, as the evening progressed, W health dropped like a stone, culminating in her phoning her boss and warning she might not be in (W has had only 2 days off in the last 3 years).
W has bad night, no medicine touching her throat or fever and at 7.00 a.m., I am wakened to her being sick and having diarrhoea at the same time. Got her back to bed, sorted out the children (they're not attending school also), got S8 to open his presents, fed them breakfast and left for work.
At 11.00 a.m., get a distressed phone call from W, saying she had fainted and injured herself and could I come home. So within 10 minutes, back at home and spending the rest of the day acting as Florence Nightingale (minus the lamp) for her. Also went up the Health Centre (twice) and arranged a visit by the GP.
W is now signed off for 2 weeks with Laryngitis, so hopefully this will give her time to think and reflect! In the meantime, I will be Mr Nightingale and look after her in a loving way :).
