Other half came down with bad flu about ten days ago, and unusually she just couldn't shake it off.
Family and friends pitched in and we got through Christmas but on Boxing Day her ankle started getting really painful where she'd twisted it a few weeks earlier. Over night the pain became unbearable and started to spread up her leg and so she shipped herself off to the doctors in a taxi while I wrangled the foster kids.
Within an hour I was following an ambulance to the hospital as the doc had diagnosed severe dehydration and dangerously low blood pressure.
The hospital put her on a drip and did some blood tests, and when the results came back we started to meet a lot of very concerned looking doctors, surgeons and consultants. She was whisked into surgery where they cut a fair amount of infection out of her leg.
By last night she was in the critical care unit, looking healthier than she has in ages. More surgery tomorrow to make sure they've got all the bad bits out, and then she should be home next week,
So if you've got the flu and it's hanging round and not clearing up after a week, go and see the doctor....
The NHS people at the hospital were fncking epic; managing to be efficient, effective *and* incredibly caring at the same time, taking the time to look after me as well as Linda. As I left the hospital at about eleven last night, the A&E department where we'd come in twelve hours earlier was still going flat out. We really do take them for granted.
And the much maligned social services were also brilliant, helping us deal with the kids and get them looked after while everything else fell apart.