Not again!

 My sister was again taken to hospital by ambulance yesterday morning, with chest pains and breathing difficulties.  For the first 3 hours she was seen by doctors in the ambulance outside the hospital, as A&E was full up 😒.  They initially thought she might have a blood clot in her chest...fortunately that turned out not to be the case, after several xrays, chest and lung scans and 3 lots of bloods, they said it was yet another bad chest infection.  She had anticoagulants (her blood was clotting too quickly), painkillers and 2 lots of intravenous hefty antibiotics throughout the night, has now been discharged and has just arrived home.  She's exhausted but is feeling a little better this morning.  Poor sis, she's had a real rough time lately.  Fortunately, she has good friends who have been round several times the past week, doing her housework, changing the bed, doing washing and bringing meals round for her husband, who is housebound and immobile.

Talking of husbands, mine was having one of his insisting black is white days yesterday, he was very argumentative, confrontational and downright obnoxious all day, it was one of those days where I really felt like walking out of the door and never coming back.  I didn't, obviously, just stayed in my bedroom most of the day.  Sometimes I just want to scream.

I was trying to - calmly - discuss garden plans with him.....he disagreed with almost everything I suggested.  I said it would be best for us to start cutting back on the amount of edibles we grow - nope, he wants to grow even more. WHY?! he grows far too much for our own use as it is.  And halfway through last year he got bored with the garden and did next to nothing to look after the veg - I had to ask him to tie up growing shoots to the canes, as the tomatoes, cucumbers and peas were falling over and getting in a right mess as he was neglecting them.  For the record, I deal with the flowering plants, he does the veg - when he can be bothered.  He neglected the strawberries and didn't cover them properly, meaning lots got eaten by birds and slugs.  Although he did spend a lot of time in the garden during last year's hot weather, it was mostly sitting in the garden chairs with his feet up, sleeping in the sun. 

A few hours later he had one of his crazy ideas....he said about building some kind of structure/tunnel to grow the cucumbers, courgettes and tomatoes up, so they would hang down.  And he was going to do it in the middle of the garden, obstructing my view of my flower beds.  He's a bodger, he never plans anything properly, just makes things up as he goes along, then loses interest when the thing doesn't work as it should so just gives up with it.  I don't want another half-finished jerry-built unsightly construction stuck in the middle of the garden.  Like that blasted shed he insisted on building last year, it's not watertight so there's often a puddle of water inside and the tools/equipment he wanted to store in there still get wet anyway.  The door doesn't fit properly, there's a big gap at the top and the door or frame is warped, so he has to use a hammer to bang the bolt to get it open.  He can't be bothered, or doesn't know how, to fix it.  Words fail me sometimes.  I didn't say anything about his latest crazy idea, hopefully he'll forget about it soon.

He hasn't gone to the gym today as he says he's got backache again, so I just hope he'll be in a less argumentative frame of mind today.  I'm going to find and print out the bus timetable in a bit and stick it on the wall beside the calendar, so I can start going on the bus into town once or twice a week - I need the break!