Jane here – and it might only ever be me now.
Today we were told, that despite everything planned to move to the Elgin hospital, there was not an ambulance because of the strike. Later in the morning, though, it became obvious that even if there had been, Philip is really too ill to be moved.
My poor dear man’s body has just had enough. His kidneys are no longer working very well, nor his liver; his skin is very sensitive and yellow, and his legs have swollen up with fluid. The lung infection has proved impossible to shift and the coughing that happens when he tries to move the gunk that is inside is incredibly painful and distressing for him. He cannot talk much because it easily activates the coughing reflex and he tries to avoid this.
I don’t know what else to say beside these bald facts; maybe I will find a way to say some more another time. Perhaps it is enough simply to state them.
I am full of disbelief that I am even writing this post at all.