Linda Watts

I haven’t been on here for a while but I need to write to get my feelings out a bit more. Over the weekend my grandad became really poorly after having a fall. My husband found him on the floor on Saturday when he dropped his shopping off and since then he hasn’t been able to leave the sofa. I went over Sunday afternoon after my dad had seen him and was worried about how he would cope over night as he had deteriorated.

I started to worry loads and I didn’t know what to do, do I stay with him? Do I stay at home? I had this battle before when my uncle died wether to drive and see him or have wine and he died that night so I was very scared what was going to happen.

I got in my car this morning and was petrified I was going to walk into him having died. I walked into his house and called out for him but no answer, got louder and no answer but noticed the telly was on good morning Britain so he must have been awake to put it on. I then heard his voice, my heart went nuts, he was there and alive. My biggest fear hadn’t happened yet.

Gramps was so cheeky and chirpy so I thought we had turned a corner but then he started shaking…shaking badly! Like he was cold and had a fever. I called 111 for help and waited for a clinician to call me back but when my dad turned up that was it, an ambulance was needed.

I watched them turn up and assess him for everything, his scores were low, needed oxygen and had sepsis markers so he needed a trip to hospital. I packed his bag and what he needed and joined him in the ambulance with my dad following behind. I’ve cared for my gramps for a long time and never thought I would be packing a hospital bag for him.

He perked up with the help of the paramedics treatment and spend hours in majors at a&e waiting to find out what the plan was to get him better. Outcome was chest infection, dehydration, cellulitis and no mobility in the legs. With an amazing consultant he is being treated in hospital and the quicker he gets back in his feet the quicker he can come home.

I need him better as I don’t know how I can deal with my dad being the biggest billy big bollocks like he knows everything that’s happened and how I care for him. I work my butt off caring for my gramps, being a mum, wife and getting time for myself. I could rant forever but I’m not.

Tomorrow is a new day, I need to feed his cat, get him stuff from home and off to the hospital. Only good thing is there is a wicked m&s there so can get some delish food! But also have Deliveroo and yes they do deliver to hospitals!!