Mal was still not well, so I took Ellie on the beach. Mal had a bath and just sat in the chair all morning, not even dressed. Again I tried to get him to eat, just a small amount of plain yoghurt. He just slept and said he would feel better the following day. This was getting crazy so I made the decision to come home, 3 days early. I apologised as I handed the keys in about the carpet!
I was then seriously worried by the time we arrived home and really not sure what to do. He went to bed and was promptly sick “coffee grounds”” as the medics call it.
I called my sister and she got in touch with our family member GP. I hate asking him as he has enough at work. He phoned straight back spoke to me and Mal and immediately told us to ring 999.
The two paramedic girls were really lovely, took ECG’s blood pressure etc etc and then said they had never seen such a swollen abdomen! They were here about an hour, trying to get through to people to know which hospital to take him. His blood pressure was all over the place and his legs had swollen with the excess fluid. The final decision was QEQM. I went in the ambulance with Mal and we joined the “corridor queue”. He would be ill during the doctors strike! Mal said he was more comfortable in a chair but after 4 hours (waiting) he wanted a trolley. It was the second patient the two girls we had in the ambulance and even said to Mal he looked uncomfortable, so bless her she went and found him a trolley and then went looking for the bedding! That was better and he was able to nod off. I forgot to say one of the paras left her mobile in our house, so earlier she took me back in the ambulance which meant I could also pick my car up.