Monday 10 August 2015

No. 228. 'Damn MND.'

My poor boy, the auctioneer was here this afternoon cataloging the machinery for our sale, the sun was shining so Chris wanted to go out and be part of that. He had been gone about an hour and then I spotted him coming up the drive in his wheelchair. He was hunched up and I could see streams of mucous coming from his nose and mouth. I rushed out with a cloth to wipe him and it wouldn't stop coming. Once inside I used the suction pump on him and then did some cough assist to clear everything. Goodness knows where it all came from, maybe the sunshine, breeze and fresh air exacerbated things, I felt so sorry for him, he was really enjoying being out there with his brother. 

Damn MND!!