My toast and little fishes ... I have just got through the worst week I have had for a long time!
Started last Saturday (28th April). The wife and I went for a 10 mile walk along the river bank stopping at the odd watering hole on the way. A lovely day and a very pleasant walk meeting and talking to very nice people we met.
Got home feeling a little tired but fine. Sunday morning I awoke with a slight sore throat which I didnt take much notice of. However as the day wore on it got worse and my chesty got quite "tight". Yep - I had got a chest infection 
. Only emergency doctors are available on a Sunday and it wasnt an emergency so I had to grin and bear it. Sunday night saw me trying to sleep sitting up. I couldnt lay down as my wheezing would just got worse.
Monday - I tried to get to see a doctor as I thought a dose of penicillin was needed. I couldnt get an appointment until the following Monday! See the British Health Service isnt all its cracked up to be ....
So I struggled on all week with no more than an hour or twos' sleep per day. Got more and more weary, lethergic and noticed a distinct lack of concentration as the week wore on. Cough medicine etc is OK but it doesnt cure the problem - it only masks the symptoms and helps get rid of the residual fluid on the chest.
Yesterday (Saturday) My daughters Boyfriend turned up with a few penicillin tablets from his Pharmacist father! Not legal but he had been convinced I didnt have reactions to the penicillin. I took half a tablet in the morning.
It is now just after Midnight Sunday and my chest is clear!! - blessed relief! - apart from still being a little tired I now feel as though I might live......
Wish that is all that happened that week though ......
A dog (Tylo) we have had for 7 years passed away Monday (30th April) morning. We bought it for my youngest daughter from an "Animal Rescue" centre. However he soon established a rappor with my wife and they became inseperable. When my daughter bought her own house and move out the dog stayed with us.
He wasnt too keen on males but he would have killed to protect my wife. My daughter was still attached to him and often rang or texted to ask after him.
He was about 14 years old and had got rather slow and sleepy. Sunday (29th) he was more morose than normal and I feared the worst.
Monday (30th) at 5.15am (we arise early here) he was in his usual proud position curled up at the foot of my wifes' chair. Then he just stood up, bowed his head for my wife to pet him and then just calmly lay down and expired ....
As you can imagine my wife was distraught and needed a lot of consoling. We have a very dry and hard strip of land in the back garden where nothing will grow but she went out there and, refusing all help, spent hours digging a large grave for him. She is a strong women but she did something I would not even have contemplated! and they say the female is the weaker sex!
The hardest thing I had to do was to ring My daughter and give her the news ...... please, whoever is up there, let me go before my wife .... I dont want to go through anything like that again...
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Its a shame to hear about your dog passing. Its always a sad time to lose a beloved pet, i lost one last year and my dog is losing his health now so i am about to go through it again which i am not looking forward to.
Your week does sound like it was a bad one but it happens to us all and i am sure you will have lots more good ones to follow.
Glad you're feeling better in spite of such a stressful week. I still remember those 2 weeks last year when I had chicken pox and I had all the time problems because of it. Plus the terrible nights when I could barely sleep and everything felt like 10 hours pass like 48 hours... Well, at least I can temporarily "cure my disease" during day with a dose of games and GameSpot.
I walk about 8 kilometers(around 5 miles) on an average day. >>
Too bad about your dog, I haven't had a pet for about a year because I don't want to go through that again
my last cat lasted 16 years but my Collie only made it to 7
I came around and dragged myself home. It took me over 2 hours to manage the 1 mile trip. I spent 3 days in bed (although it seemed like one day to me ) and despite my protesting my wife called an ambulance. It turned out I had suffered a heart attack and was very lucky to have survived. I eventually had a triple bypass op and had to leave the police force.
We are not getting another dog. For one thing we dont want to go through that again and another thing is that Tylo was a personality to himself and really irreplaceable.
I was a bit wary about burying him in the back garden but we have made a nice little grave for him and placed some of his favourite toys on it. Now when we go into the back both my wife and I always says a few words to him ..... that helps a lot.....
People diying doesn't bother me to much but when something such as a dog goes, I get realy messed up for a while Good Luck with everything.Oh and how about making a new blog sometime this year again?
I really didn`t knew this side of yours
@ uglyduck - see, i can post in your blogs too
sorry to hear about your dog..my dog died a few years ago..its strange how they become part of the family....its sad when you lose them..
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