Pip78
03-09-16, 08:36
Hi all,
I am a sad 78 year old male, just returned from a 3 day trip with my dear wife to a lovely hotel in the heart of England. The weather was fine, lovely sunshine the whole time, what could possibly spoil things - well, I would very much like to explain exactly what spoiled things. On the first day, after a good nights sleep the night before, and as I began our car journey, leaving our home behind us, I suddenly began to feel this dreadful tiredness come over me, my arms feeling so week, they just wanted to flop down from the steering wheel, with my legs feeling very shaky. This feeling remained with me for the next 3 hours before finally my normal senses returned and I began to enjoy the rest of the day. We arrived at the hotel I was fine, we enjoyed a lovely evening meal and I slept well at the hotel. Second day, after enjoying breakfast, we set out to visit a lovely National Trust House - bang - that horrible feeling was back, arms week, legs all shaky, again this feeling stayed with me for quite some time at least 2 to 3 hours. We enjoyed the NT visit immensely and by 4 o'clock we set off from the car park to return to the hotel - bang - it just hit me - I began to tell myself that I would have to return home that evening. My wife tried to talk some sense to me, but I just panicked, I stopped the car, feeling dreadful, but declaring that I must return home that evening.
We returned to the hotel and began to pack up our things - but then just for a moment I stopped - After-all, had I not been here so many times before, had I not returned early from 2 other holidays - had I not cancelled that holiday to France at 3 o'clock on the morning we were supposed to travel. And what about my dear wife, how does she put up with it so well, it's just not fair to her. I sat on the hotel bed, 'come and talk to me I said to her' as she was still packing her case. 'I have got to get through this, I have got to get through this, this is no life - I am going to stay for our second night at the hotel', and this we did.
The following morning, although I did not feel like much breakfast, the old tummy was a bit upset, but I did eat, and soon after breakfast as originally planned we set off for home - within half-an-hour, knowing that I would be home that day, I was as normal as I ever was, appetite back, arms and legs all feeling strong, what was that all about then - well, that's the question is it not, WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT, because I so desperately wish for it to be explained to me, and is there some magic treatment to sort me out and allow me to take my wife away on holiday once more? Any helpful suggestions would be very much appreciated, or should this sad person just give in to it and just stay at home! Many thanks for reading this.
I am a sad 78 year old male, just returned from a 3 day trip with my dear wife to a lovely hotel in the heart of England. The weather was fine, lovely sunshine the whole time, what could possibly spoil things - well, I would very much like to explain exactly what spoiled things. On the first day, after a good nights sleep the night before, and as I began our car journey, leaving our home behind us, I suddenly began to feel this dreadful tiredness come over me, my arms feeling so week, they just wanted to flop down from the steering wheel, with my legs feeling very shaky. This feeling remained with me for the next 3 hours before finally my normal senses returned and I began to enjoy the rest of the day. We arrived at the hotel I was fine, we enjoyed a lovely evening meal and I slept well at the hotel. Second day, after enjoying breakfast, we set out to visit a lovely National Trust House - bang - that horrible feeling was back, arms week, legs all shaky, again this feeling stayed with me for quite some time at least 2 to 3 hours. We enjoyed the NT visit immensely and by 4 o'clock we set off from the car park to return to the hotel - bang - it just hit me - I began to tell myself that I would have to return home that evening. My wife tried to talk some sense to me, but I just panicked, I stopped the car, feeling dreadful, but declaring that I must return home that evening.
We returned to the hotel and began to pack up our things - but then just for a moment I stopped - After-all, had I not been here so many times before, had I not returned early from 2 other holidays - had I not cancelled that holiday to France at 3 o'clock on the morning we were supposed to travel. And what about my dear wife, how does she put up with it so well, it's just not fair to her. I sat on the hotel bed, 'come and talk to me I said to her' as she was still packing her case. 'I have got to get through this, I have got to get through this, this is no life - I am going to stay for our second night at the hotel', and this we did.
The following morning, although I did not feel like much breakfast, the old tummy was a bit upset, but I did eat, and soon after breakfast as originally planned we set off for home - within half-an-hour, knowing that I would be home that day, I was as normal as I ever was, appetite back, arms and legs all feeling strong, what was that all about then - well, that's the question is it not, WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT, because I so desperately wish for it to be explained to me, and is there some magic treatment to sort me out and allow me to take my wife away on holiday once more? Any helpful suggestions would be very much appreciated, or should this sad person just give in to it and just stay at home! Many thanks for reading this.