I'm beginning to think that our Hospital should name a ward after Tom, he has been in and out of that Hospital so many times over the years and each time we think it's the last time he manages to find something else to get up there with.
Last night we went to bed late around midnight and I retired to my room as usual but noticed that his light was staying on. On calling down and asking if he was okay it turned out that he was having a nosebleed.
For most people this is not a problem but if you are on blood thinning tablets like Tom then it can be troublesome.
After about a half hour it didn't look as though it was going to stop and so I rang 111 who told me to take him to one of the medical centres that are open late.
Not a good idea when he has a lung disease and we are not supposed to be mixing with folks and so I requested a call from a nurse.
She told us to go straight to A&E and so we took a taxi as I wasn't sure about the parking.
What an eerie experience driving through the streets late at night with not a car or person in sight.
When we arrived Tom was whisked away and I was not allowed even to enter the Hospital so had no choice but to get another taxi home and leave him there.
By 4a.m. they managed to stop the bleeding and I collected him this morning.
No damage done except to my fraying nerves.
Can't say that life isn't interesting being married to a Hospitalaholic (is there such a word?)
But all is well again and we wait with bated breath to see what he can come up with next. lol