One Scary Week...

I'm very glad last week is over.

Last Thursday I went to work as normal, just off Tottenham Court Road in Central London. I had to get home and wait for a parcel to arrive, so I was leaving early. My office is maybe 500 yards from Warren Street Tube Station.
Now before anyone jumps forward to a wrong conclusion, I wasn't anywhere near the attempted bombing at Warren Street - I'd already managed to get home by then, so all was well. In fact, I'd got home and switched on to enjoy the fantastic play of the first day of the test match by then, and only found out something had happened when there was a newsflash during the lunch interval...
When I'd checked Nikki was ok, I relaxed a bit - although it really bothered me that what happened in the city could have happened so close to my office.

So I settled back down to writing and checking my emails while keeping an eye on the news and the cricket. Then, at about 6.15 (it was during the break in the middle of the Simpsons), I got a phonecall from Nikki's mum to let me know that she'd taken Nik to Farnborough A&E. She'd gone into Anaphylactic Shock after eating some Tuna in Thai Sauce, and had been take down to A&E pretty quickly, so was in the right place in good time.

When I got there she was in Resuscitation (just in case her condition got worse, so they were in the right place to help). It was all rather scary - she was a bright red, like she'd been sunburnt all over, and the only place it hadn't reached was her feet. Her heart rate was extremely fast, and the blood pressure was pretty low. It was terrifying for me, so I really can't imagine what she was feeling!

She was moved to the Maternity ward, and kept in there overnight, with the baby being monitored every so often, just to check everything was well (it was - whenever the pads were strapped to Nikki, they moved around for a few seconds and then tried to push or kick the pads off!). Eventually, she was allowed to leave around 2.30ish on Friday afternoon.

That was a slight relief, and I was incredibly glad to get her home. I'd hardly slept at all the night before, and slept really quite well that night, I can tell you - and even better the night after playing cricket on Saturday (although I did have two beautiful bruises from the game - one covering the whole of my right thumb, and a nice round one on my stomach which went a great colour...!).

Scary few days. And what's scarier is that I really don't think its all over - the London thing especially, but I'll keep going and hope that Nikki can get off on Maternity Leave before anything else happens we could be caught up in...