THINK LIKE A DOCTOR
A sunny May evening. My husband and I had wandered out for an al fresco dinner. The sun felt comforting, the birds were singing, and smells of cut grass were filling the senses. Life felt good. However, what was to happen next was going to change our lives forever.
Roll on to 5.00 am and my husband had got up to see to our son. Pretty standard non-eventful behaviour. But then … thud. An almighty crash. The most alarming sound I had ever heard. Followed by the most alarming sight I’d ever seen. My husband — lying on the floor: pale, white, and unconscious.
I ran in. His body was cold and pulseless, and he was lying in a pool of blood where he had hit his head. We weren’t at home; we were staying at my in-laws. Everything looked disoriented and fuzzy. It was the most devastating sight — one that I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to forget. I was paralysed by shock. Motionless in disbelief. I can then remember hearing my father-in-law shouting repeatedly, ‘Think like a doctor! Think like …
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