There is a diagnosis now – he has vasculitis, which is inflammation of the blood vessels. There are still tests going on to show specifically which parts of his body are affected and how badly, but he’s being treated with cortisone now and is showing some improvement. It is a chronic condition, but there is every hope that the symptoms can be considerably alleviated. I’m going to go and visit him tomorrow, just to pop in for a quick half hour, which is about as long as he’ll want to cope with a visitor. It’s hoped that he can be moved to the local cottage hospital soon, which will be much more home-like, it’s lovely there, and he’ll be able to make frequent home visits.
I spent the morning with the children. I didn’t sleep a whole lot last night, and in fact spent a while exchanging texts with a friend who couldn’t sleep either. Dilly and Al had to go to Norwich, where the lease was to be signed with the new tenants at their house. I helped Pugsley finish his complicated Lego castle.
This afternoon, we’re not doing a lot actually. It’s been foggy all day, although mild, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m enjoying the peace. It’s rare to have nothing that I have to do, it’ll be soon enough that I’ll have deadlines to meet and work to prepare, but I’m taking the rest of the year off from it all. Tomorrow, we’re going next door (after I get back from the hospital) where various family and friends will gather – not sure who or how many, though I know Dilly’s parents and Weeza and co will be there. It’ll be families with young children, not a midnight do.