Worrying

I wish I could be like the saying on Lincoln's scooter, but I'm a little worried.  

When Mr R came downstairs this morning he said his left side felt drunk and numb. I got him to squeeze my hands, stand on one leg, walk in a straight line etc and then said I wanted to call 111 incase it was a TIA . He said I was worrying for nothing and I told him I am right . Well after 2 hours he told me to call. Nhs told him to go up to the hospital.  Thankfully his mum came and took him up. She waited with him for a while until he went for a CT scan. The last I heard , he's waiting on the results.  I did pack a overnight bag just incase. 

Xander has been a little worried but I've told him that the hospital and nana will look after him. 
I also took the wildlings to tesco so I could get some of the food shop done. I took a giant rucksack with me so that it would be easy enough to carry home. 

I've got lasagne in the oven for family dinner. And I hope that Mr R will be home tonight.  Its just a waiting game and I'm not good at waiting.  

Apologies if I don't get round to much blip. The wildlings need bathed after dinner and I'm trying to stick to our normal routine.  X