It started with a dash downstairs to fetch the FH's crutches at 5.45am when he woke to go to the loo and found that his ankle had been attacked by the gout in the night. He has rested on the bed all day, with codeine, cold packs, paracetamol and various other remedies to hand. Tonight, he says that it feels easier, but I fear that we are in for a couple of days of this.
In between all the things I have had to do today, and the places I have had to be, I have popped home each time I was able, in order to check on him and make sure he hadn't fallen. The EFG didn't come to gym tonight so that someone was here with him as 5 hours is too long to be left in his condition.
The girls' school has finished today - and I think we have all sighed a big sigh of relief as they are both exhausted. The EFG slept on the sofa yesterday evening for nearly three hours after supper, and we are all feeling that "end of term-itis". I just have another visit to the village school on Monday for the leavers' assembly which I love to attend and I am looking forward to it.
Hope you all have a fantastic weekend, and manage to put your feet up at least once......
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