Blood will Flow

I feel bad that virtually my first entry of 2021 that isn't art or fandom related is me having a moan about stuff. But where else can I vent in long form and bore y'all to death? 😂

It's just that I'm worried about Paul - who is currently dozing, unshaven and gaunt, in his chair after 6 days of throwing up. Today we managed to get hold of a medical professional - not a doctor but almost as qualified, apparently - and after agreeing on the phone to put him on some anti-nausea meds, then rang back with a face to face appointment early this evening. So that's something, though not much use if we can't get anything to stay in the poor boy's stomach, where it belongs. He took the tablets around lunchtime and threw everything up again two hours later. All he's had since Boxing Day is about three biscuits and a tiny tub of jelly. He's drinking a little but nowhere near enough and has definitely lost weight - and he didn't exactly have a lot to lose in the first place, unlike little fat old me.

At least this Advanced Practicioner chap is now fully aware of what's going on, and though the surgery is closed until Tuesday, we can access 111 if we still can't get anything to stay down. Maybe if he needs a drip they could send someone to do it at home instead of him having to spend a night in hospital. I'm sure they're keep to keep people out of hozzy with Covid rates so high.

I spent Christmas with my mum, so she wouldn't be alone, so had to come back early from hers when it was clear he wasn't getting any better. The good news is his brother and cousin were checking up on him, and our friend Lois brought some bits around, so it was good to know there are people here who can help out if needed.

The boy is up and taking the afternoon off work - we think it might have been a touch of sun/heat stroke. No more vomitting, and he seems pretty ok now, though he has no recollection of passing out.

Phew.