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. Continue reading →