Brian has been really poorly again. His breathing is not good, pain in chest and coughing. I managed to get him to the doctor this evening after work, but I had to get cross with him for not looking after himself to get him to agree to the appointment.
We waited for about half hour for the duty doctor who gave him a good going over, and felt that he needed to use an inhaler, and go back to see his own doctor if things did not improve.
He dashed off to Tesco's where we knew that the chemist was open late to get his prescription filled. I really didn't want another night of worrying about him coughing and wheezing, so he needs to start his medication as soon as possible.
He was so upset when he came out of the shop and found that someone had bashed the car and put a huge dent in it, and driven off without leaving details. So now he's, coughing, wheezing and upset. It's going to cost quite a bit to put it right - just what we need at Christmas when the budget is stretched to capacity already.
I won't tell you what Brian said, but it was not 'bless you,' although it did start with a 'B.'
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