By the end of Thursday I felt unwell and after walking the dog could barely stand my legs felt like lead, I went to bed with a temperature and a small sinking feeling in my heart that history was repeating itself.
Leyla proclaimed I was burning up and after numerous attempts to sleep it off I knew the infection was back. No Emin, who was away from home working, I could not face a taxi knowing my propensity to feint or vomit, so I called an ambulance and left for hospital shaking Kitty awake to tell her I was leaving.
Same infection, different hospital, but lets face it they are all an Hieronymus Bosch like vision of hell, the flotsam and jetsam of life spilling out onto the pavement at 2am whilst I clutched an overnight bag that I convinced myself was my ticket home before the end of the night.
No such luck, I was booked in for 4 days!...4 days of my life I was to never see again, in a room of octogenarians and a wailing woman who cried loudly through clenched teeth for 3 days before they took pity on me and moved me.
I phoned the house to remind the girls to get up and go to school, I phoned Emin whose phone was switched off. I later managed to phone home to check the girls were home safely only for Leyla to give me a list of wants and needs to collect on my home! Home? "Leyla I'm in hospital and won't be back until Monday" She emitted a long wail, before sobbing, Kitty had no recollection of my waking her and life it seems had ticked over very nicely without me, until now, however food was needed and finally my absence was duly noticed!
I was however stuck in bed tied to a drip whilst another industrial quantity of antibiotic's were pumped into me.