What a Week

On Monday lunchtime I was looking forward to a busy week: a couple of sermons to preach, a deanery synod to visit, a potential curacy to visit and a load of freshers to say hello to.

Well, it was a busy week but in a completely different way. When I got home from my parish placement on Monday afternoon, Liz was curled up on the sofa, in pain and struggling to breathe. We already knew that she was going to have to go into hospital for IV antibiotics, but were hoping that we'd be able to wait until term started and my diary was a bit more regular. Oh well, we thought, and decided that it would be best for her to go in as soon as possible.

I rang the hospital on Tuesday morning, cancelled most of my appointments for the week (a grateful shout out to my placement supervisor, Jackie), and prepared ourselves for Liz to go in to hospital. Liz spent most of the rest of the week in bed, not keeping any food down but slowly getting a bit better.

One of the main frustrations was that every day we were waiting for a call from the hospital, not knowing what was going to happen during the day which made planning child care and actually getting anything done really difficult.

Now it's Saturday night, Liz was finally admitted to hospital yesterday afternoon, the sermon for tomorrow night is written and the kids are in bed asleep. Here's to the next week, which is the first week of term and hoping that Liz is home and better soon.

TimC