The Bloke had a seizure last night. We’d just started getting ready for bed and suddenly he made some strange noises and then collapsed onto the bed. His arms were twitching, he stopped breathing and he lay there with his eyes open, staring at me. About thirty seconds later he woke up with no memory of what had happened. It was the scariest moment of my life – I genuinely thought he was dead at one point. After a few worrying hours at the hospital all tests came back clear. He feels fairly reasonable today and so I’ve sent him up to his mother’s for a few days. It may sound cold, but he needs a break from here – he doesn’t sleep well because I move around a lot during the night and the neighbours are causing him anxiety and stress. His family are wonderful and so I know that he’ll be able to truly relax without having to listen to the chaos next door and be able to get a decent night’s sleep. I also know that he won’t be as stubborn with his mum as he is with me – if he had his own way he would be back in work today.
In fact, I have a lot of things to be thankful for. I’m thankful that we have our families and our health (hopefully, once he stops scaring the sh*t out of me). I’m thankful that we have a home, friends, the cats and secure jobs. I’m thankful that we make each other laugh, enjoy spending time together and that we have the opportunity to experience different places and things. I’m thankful that he’s affectionate, that he rubs my feet after a long day, turns up to every concert that I do, makes an effort with my friends and family, gives me photography tips and buys me little presents when he goes into town. I’m thankful that he adores the cats, indeed all animals, as much as I do and that he possesses a ‘Dr Doolittle’ quality which means they love him back. I’m thankful for his geekiness, that his Lego figurines are all over the house and his obsession with zombies (he even has a plan in case of a zombie apocalypse). I’m thankful that we get on each others nerves sometimes, that he takes forever to explain something technological, that he gets frustrated when I leave my clothes on the floor and that the weather is never right for him – it’s too hot, too cold, raining or too windy.