Mr H is in hospital, he has kidney stones causing problems again. They have been causing problems for a few days and today it got too much. He came home from work, and phoned me. Several times. I had my phone on silent. It’s only my second day at my new job and I always have my phone on silent. In the end he phoned the office, to ask me to drive him to the hospital.
I couldn’t stay with him, for one because he wouldn’t let me and secondly because my back won’t let me. I can’t risk being unfit for work, or taking a step backwards, when I’m starting to feel a little better, and so I went back to work. I worked a little later to make up the time I was out of the office. Mr H updated me throughout the day, he was having blood tests and they had confirmed kidney stones to be the cause. He let me know that they had decided to keep him in overnight.
After work I went to get the things he had asked me to bring, crisps, chocolate, biscuits, charger, tablet and clean underwear. I arrived at the supermarket to discover I didn’t have my purse. My anxiety was in high gear and I wasn’t thinking straight. I desperately wanted to see Mr H and know he was not in too much pain from the kidney stones, and now that anxiety was making me forget things. Back home I went. Purse obtained, I went back to the supermarket and purchased the items, before finally heading to the hospital.
During this time Mr H had been moved to a ward. He messaged me to tell me which ward, and I told him I was on my way. I parked up, and walked to the hospital. No mean feat. I had to keep stopping to catch my breath, and to let the pain pass. The weight of the bag pulled me down, hurting my back, banging the crutches, but eventually I got there.
I waited for the ward sister to have a moment and asked where my husband was. Turns out he wasn’t on the ward he thought. I headed next door to find the ward closed to visitors. I swear I could have cried. I needed to sit down. A nurse did bring me a chair but she was prepared to send me all the way back to the main entrance, until I said I couldn’t. I was facing an hour wait on a plastic chair. By this time I was crying. I needed to see Mr H. I didn’t know how he was, last time I saw him the kidney stones were causing him so much pain.
Another nurse saw me and I asked if she could at least take the bag to him, I had no phone signal to let him know that I was there, so I figured if he got the bag he would know. She agreed. A few minutes later, Mr H came to the door. Hooked up to an IV for fluids, but looking a bit better than when I dropped him off. He told me to go home, and after a bit of complaining, I agreed. Hugs and kisses and I left.
It broke my heart leaving him. I’m home and I miss him so much.