Heartburn!

I awoke yesterday morning in a similar situation as the other Saturday. Severe pains etc. The clinic had already said that my heart was ok and my blood pressure, so what could it be? I've never had indigestion this bad before.

After doing an internet search on my symptoms, I came up with heartburn which is usually caused by eating fried foods late in the evening. We do tend to do that.

I'm having Weetabix for breakfast, with hot water, because I don't do milk. Chops and chips are out, and so it's now grilled stuff with boiled spuds for dinner. A tablet to take before bed too.

All a bit grim but I've felt so much better today. At least I know what it is!

So Frightened!

I awoke during the early hours of Saturday morning with chronic pains in my chest and left shoulder. I really didn't know what to think or do but decided it was best to wake 'im indoors.

He was ready to get the ambulance but as I'm so scared of doctors and hospitals, I wouldn't go. I spent the rest of the night sitting on the balcony, not daring to move.

The day dragged on. I looked after Charlotte as best as I could but was really relieved when it was time for her daddy to finish work. The pain didn't ease and by four in the afternoon, I was frightened enough to face the Emergency Clinic.

Within two minutes of arriving there, I was attached to an ECG machine which chucked out a till receipt. This got whisked off to the doctor. More scary moments. Next, blood pressure which she didn't seem too happy about but put it down to my stress. I was given an injection in my rear end, told to dress and sit calmly outside, with Brian.

After about twenty minutes my blood pressure was back to normal and I was given the all clear.

I managed to understand seventy percent of the Spanish but was so glad to see Caron walk in. She could question them in greater detail and I was relieved to hear that my heart and blood pressure was all ok. Happen it was indigestion.........I don't suppose I'll ever know.

A scary time, but I'm sure I had the best treatment I could ever have. Three cheers for the Canarian Health Service!

How Awful

My friend, Pam, is more of a worrier than I am, and that is saying something. She has mentioned, more than once, that she is really scared of something happening to her husband whilst they are living here. In fact, we were only discussing it on Saturday afternoon.

It is a problem for all of us ex-pats. It takes half a day for family to get here..........should they have the spare cash, that is. Health insurance and all the rest of the legal stuff is hard to understand and cope with.

We met up with Mick, earlier, who told us that Pam's husband, John, had a heart attack this afternoon and has been admitted to the main hospital in Santa Cruz. I can't get in touch with her no matter how hard I try and can only presume that she is at the hospital with him.

Not a nice thing for either of them to go through. Lets hope all is well.

Poorly Me

I think I'm getting a cold. You know the symptoms, sore throat, tiredness and that 'heavy' feeling. If I was in England I could curl up under the duvet with a hot drink and a good book but as it's so hot and humid here at the moment.............not a good idea! I'll just sit here for another hour or so and then, hopefully, get some sleep.

After waiting, rather impatiently, for a week, I can collect Clio tomorrow. Her six brothers are a little too boisterous for her and so it has been decided that it would be better for her to move in with us, even though it's a little early. I'm sure that Libby, her mum, will be glad to get one puppy off her hands! (Should I say paws?).

Items collected so far...............a lead, a bed, tennis ball and a cuddly toy!