Dear Reader – Over the course of the next three days Thoughtful Man’s health deteriorated as the size of his jaw increased…
*Exactly, Clicky, he looked like Desperate Dan…*
*Hurting? Oh yes, Clicky, he was in a tremendous amount of pain.*
Despite a visit to the doctor, who prescribed him two courses of antibiotics and extra strong painkillers, Thoughtful Man’s swelling and discomfort got worse. I wondered if he might have mumps…
“I’ve already had mumps. You can’t get it twice.”
Thoughtful Man groaned with the effort of speaking.
“Yes, but it says here,” I stroked the screen of my iPad, “‘Once you’ve been infected by the mumps virus, you normally develop a life-long immunity to further infection.'”
Miserable eyes stared back at me. Blankly.
“Normally… that’s not exactly definite, is it?” I put the iPad aside and squidged down beside him under the duvet. “And we’re not exactly normal, are we?”
“Please, go back to the doctor in the morning. You don’t seem to be getting any better.”
Thoughtful Man grunted acquiescence and closed his eyes. Gently, I touched his burning brow. “You’re still so hot. Is there anything I can get you?”
*It’s alright, Clicky. I also refused his request for a one-way ticket to Switzerland… /rueful smile …*
The next day local doctor took one look at Thoughtful Man and sent him straight off to A&E.
“Abscess…” he croaked down the phone line to me, “…operate immediately… if it bursts, I’ll die.”
*Tell me about it! Oh, Clicky, it’s been another long one. I’m off to bed…*
To be continued in ‘Tracheotomy Tears’. Have a Song.