This Monday was like any other really - pottering around doing housework, however mid-morning my husband's old mobile phone rang and it was one of his brother's care workers. My BIL had been taken to hospital after suffering from breathing problems and was currently waiting in A&E. We had too many family commitments to go up there that day, but on Tuesday hubby went up there and poor old BIL was hooked up to all sorts of respiratory masks and tubes - it was pretty horrific. He has pneumonia and the scoliosis of his spine reduces his lung capacity.
Wednesday went by in a flurry of telephone calls and pleas from the carers to visit BIL, but hubby and BIL's relationship isn't the greatest and as he's scared of hubby, his blood pressure shot up as a result. It's a lose-lose situation.
Yesterday hubby was undertaking one of his regular telephone calls to the hospital when he was informed that BIL had been placed into the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) because he couldn't breathe. It was pretty serious. Since then things have been very strained indeed at home. I am being as supportive as I can.
Today is Friday, hubby visited him in the ICU, but he's been sedated and is hooked up to a series of wires and machines. Flipping heck.