On Thursday he didn’t come home like usual.
He didn’t phone me either to tell he would be late.
I waited a couple of hours. Strange thoughts kept coming to my mind. I tried to phone him, no answer… Agony…My heart felt tight, not enough air to breathe.
Five hours later came a phone call, he was in the hospital.
It was such a shock to see him at the Stroke Unit…He fainted, he can’t really say what happened. He fell down, his head and shoulder got badly injured. Tomorrow is the surgery, his shoulder hurts too much, something is broken, they have to operate it. The doctors still don’t know what is wrong, why he lost consciousness all of a sudden; a lot of exams to find out what happened so that he can get the proper treatment.
Why is it not only a very bad dream?…..
I go to the hospital every day.
I want to be by his side and hold his hand.
Nothing else matters.
I have no idea when I’ll post again. I hope you understand.