This morning Andrew was let out of hospital, and with the help of a friend, Pam, we were able to get him home easily enough. Many thanks to the staff at the Ulster Hospital, especially the student nurse, Aoife, who seemed to take great care of him when he was in Ward 10.
Last night was an awful one for me. I slept really, really badly. I kept waking up, realising Andrew wasn’t in bed, and starting to have a panic attack. At one point I thought that I was going to have to call the out-of-hours GP service as I couldn’t breathe. However, eventually I got some sleep, and woke up to the news that he was being discharged today.
On arrival at home, my energy left me. Obviously the adrenalin that had me raring to go and get him, and to visit had drained away. Now it is time to organise getting some food for dinner… no idea what we will have… and start getting on with the rest of our life.