Another scary night

He has a temperature of 38.5 and feels shaky. But he’s adamant that he’s ok and doesn’t need to go to hospital. All I can think of is that the infection is back. He had paracetamol and has gone to sleep feeling ok again. I will not sleep. I will be awake all night, watching. That’s my job. I can’t quit now. I feel very lonely.

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About pippa

40-something, yogi, gardener, reader and writer. Not great at any of those things but more than happy to be average. I'm anxious, depressed, chaotic, boring, delighted, excited and often foolish. It's all good. And cake.
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