Not a good time....

It has only been four short days since my birthday, and for the last three of them Martin has been poorly with a progressively painful sore throat.  So much so that we trundled off to our docs in Polis, where we sat like two naughty children being told off for not going the day before when we might have stood a better chance of seeing a ENT doctor.  For god’s sake, did we write the rules.

Anyway, much against better judgement, coupled with not having any luck ringing around Gysey doctors , we made a panic phone call to our dog sitter (the lovely Anne) to see if she could mind the dog for us while we went off in search of medical assistance.

She said ‘no probem’ so we did an about turn and shot down to Paphos.

My god, it is like a military operation down there, mixed with the fact that Martin was hardly able to speak, I think the nurses were running a bit low on their ‘ skills’, not for the first time in my experience, unfortunately.  But we managed to break the language barrier and get Martin to be seen by the Triarge nurse.

I won’t  bore you with the next three blisteringly hours while I waited outside and Martin was left to sit in a waiting area, cubicle, wait for news of what was happening, was he to see a ENT doctor and so on.

We made the decision I should come home as the odds of him being kept in overnight were climbing.

Now we hit a snag!  I have only driven a short distance once in about 18 months.  The trip from the hospital is around 45 minutes.  I know Martin takes me back and forth all the time But even so it was a very stressful thing.

Pleased to say, I got back safely with only managing to piss off a minimal amount of other drivers.  And that it with the roads being almost empty.

And would you believe it,  just got in the door, greeted Daisy and Anne, was filling Anne in on the gen and the phone rang.  Martin 'hi darling, where are you?'  Me 'Well, I have just got in the door and am seeing Anne off'.  Martin 'would you like to come and get me?  They have said I can go home.

Now, I have had some mixed reactions in my time and this was one of those times.  I love my husband and didn't want him to be ill.  BUT..... and I know all about this is supposed to be unconditional , well let me tell you at that moment IT WAS.

Good play, need to go to the loo and see Anne off and I will ring you back.

Bugger, I don't want to drive back down.  Went through my contact list on my phone, no one I could call to help out.  Went through cards in my purse...ah,ha.  A taxi firm.  Gave them a try and they really came up trumps.  Bit pricey but well worth it,  five minutes later got confirmation from Martin head been picked up and was on his way.

Where there's a will, there's a way.

More garden stuff tomorrow.

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