My brother got a quick call from the nursing home this morning to say that uncle had a chest infection and the hospital was checking it out. He texted me. I waited until the rush of booking him into hospital and lunch was out of the way before ringing the hospital. Apparently they had been trying to ring someone connected to uncle all morning. The care home said that they only had my brother's number. My brother was in meetings all morning. I have watched the home write my number in the file on three separate occasions and they've called me in before when uncle was ill. So when I got through to the ward I got a 'please come down at the earliest possible moment.' I did.
I had the 'well, he may surprise us but we need to prepare for the worst' with three different doctors this afternoon. He is not very well at all. He may indeed surprise us. I am preparing myself for the worst. It is almost exactly two years since my father died. The talks are almost exactly the same. I am sort of hopeful for uncle, though, as he has always been so strong.
Thank goodness I could rely on some good friends as bear was dumped at out of school club then DH's cousin who is beyond amazing picked him up while we were getting the third lot of carefully worded warnings from the doctor. DH was also beyond a star, sorting out all sorts of things that I couldn't while he was slammed busy at work. I feel like I have been carried this afternoon.
The hospital have confirmed repeatedly that they can ring me at any time, even in the early hours of the morning. I am taking it as a warning and getting an early night.