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Well, the last couple of days have been interesting to say the least.

Tuesday, Papa elephant was sent home from work with a super headache...we assumed migraine.

He was sick twice.

By teatime, he had also passed out twice, was shaking violently and couldnt stand or bear to have the light on.

So...I called an ambulance.

They came and did various tests...I heard the word stroke mentioned....

They whisked him away and told me to follow.

Bless my friend who came to sit with the boys, and I went off in the car to the a&e department.

He had been rushed into a side cubicle and they were putting in a canular, taking blood and poking him in various places!!!!

After what seemed like hours, and probably was...he was taken for a CT scan. The doctor said they were looking for a bleed on the brain.

I had to go through his medical history of the past few months, at least 4 times.

By 2am, they finally said he would be taken to the acute medical unit and that I was to go home because it could be a long time to wait. I could ring at 10am in the morning.

I came home to relieve my friend.

I phoned his office in the morning and then we sat and waited for me to be able to ring AMU..

When they finally answered the phone, they said that he was having another CT scan because they were convinced it was a bleed, but couldnt find one on the previous scan done the night before.

Eventually they rang to say he was being released, but that I was under no circumstances to bring the children to the hospital as they had norovirus...possibly.

So I went.

He came out looking very bedraggled and sore. They had given 3 lumbar punctures...just to be on the safe side apparently, lots of blood had been taken and he had been pumped full of various pain killing drugs.

So now, he is home...very sore and sorry for himself.

He cant walk far for pain in his back, and if you catch him on the arm where the canular was in, he screams like a girl...not that I blame him to be honest.

Hospitals are marvellous places.

But I dont want to go and visit another one for a good while.

Sad.

I am feeling very sad today.

I had to have my lovely rabbit Thumper put to sleep this morning. He had some sort of abscess in his face and the vet said he was very poorly...which of course I knew.

He was always full of beans, and last night he just sat...wherever you put him, he just sat there.

He was a house rabbit, so we are used to seeing him hopping about and chasing the dogs...yes he really did chase them. And today, he is missing.

I cant bring myself to clean out his indoor house yet. I know I will have to but not quite yet.

I adopted him from Pets at home when I took my class on a trip there. He was left in the adoption centre because the staff said that everyone thought he looked funny and was too big to be a proper "bunny"...so I had him.

He was huge. Not sure what breed, but a big one. His ears were enormous and he was so friendly. He would love a cuddle and would sit with me whilst I did my school work.

I miss him already.

Now what...

Papa elephant went to the doctor again this morning.

This must be a record for the number of times a person can see a doctor in a month stretch...and the number of different doctors seen must too be a record of some sort...Im sure.

Anyway, he went again.


He had his blood pressure checked again, which showed at 124 over 108.

This is seen as stage 2 hypertension, and is NOT good.

He also had his back checked, and with the pain he is describing, the doctor thinks that not only is his liver not working, but now his kidneys arent functioning properly either.

I did suggest that we just take him to the vet to have him put down, but Papa elephant didnt think this was funny.

So now we are looking at the possibility that he could have a heart attack...which might kill him sooner than the dementia.

It never rains but it poors....etc.

All those pills...

With my husband needing to take a LOT of medication for his health...or lack of it, you would think that he would remember to take it.

Well last night, he didnt.

So today has been spent in a fug of uncertainty on his part, as he tries to make his way through the day.

I think that there are about 6 different medicines that he has to remember...I manage mine each day, so why cant he manage his?

I dont know whether they make a difference or not, but they do seem to help...or is that just me hoping?

A terrible thing

I have brought home my class iPad, and I kind of love it...a little bit.

I loaded up some photos on it of things that my class had been doing on Friday and I thought I would share them on Facebook on a page I belong to.

I did this...totally not sure if what I was doing...and then I discovered the terrible thing.

I had put these pictures on to the page, and totally could NOT work out how to credit the lady who had designed the things that I had made for my class...the pictures showing them using them.

She found me out...which is a good thing.

I hope she has forgiven me...what a terrible thing to do.

So sorry Rachel...from stimulating learning.

You should follow her ideas...www.stimulatinglearning.co.uk

They are amazing.