Hey otters,
i had a call this morning from the home that Mr RK had stopped swallowing and the nurses were struggling to wake him. I rushed over (with a cracking hangover from too much wine after dinner and dance last night) and have been sat at his bedside ever since. I've also taken the 'night shift' so the other family members can get some sleep and rest.
its a bit weird - just the two of us here waiting like this. So I thought I'd jump on here. Going to be a tough couple of days. His breathing is quite congested and I've become fIxated on listening to his breathing rate. It's surreal, scary, humbling and exhausting all at the same time.
Sorry if this is a bit too much - I just always know I can turn here when looking for a place to ramble on.
rk xxx