Lonely Valentine

Douglas went into work yesterday (Thursday) morning and again felt carp and sicky so texted me, and went home and crawled into bed. He tried to call the hospital but could not get through.

Hes not been feeling very well for a while now, so I called the hospital because I'm more persistant than the D. I got through and explained what was going on. Aparantley he was due to go in last Monday for a check up and to have his blood "marmalade" checked as usual, but he had forgotten :-)

I think D had only been in bed a few mins when I phoned, and told him to jolly over to the hospital as the vampire was feeling hungry.

Many hours after the blood test, they told him that the various bits they test were gradually going in the wrong direction, and that he had lost 4kg in two weeks without trying, so they are not happy about that (how many of us wish we could do that?) Poor boy :-(

End result of the hospital visit is that they love him so much, they have given him a special valentines gift of a bed for at least one night! Its not fair.. why cant they have nice double bedded rooms with space forWwife and two rather energetic cats??

Douglas picked me up from work, we went home, and he packed whilst I made him a poached egg on toast. I drove him to the hospital, threw D out, near the ward, and came home to our two mewling hungry beasts. I had an early night having thrown a few sides of zebra (ok.. cat biscuits) to the beasts!

Ive chatted to D thsi morning.. hes feeling ok and says the Drs are fiddling round with his tablets again. More news as and when, but he sends his love to everyone, as do I, of course.