The Shared Road, hand in hand, a kiss, a breathe ....

Me and phone on meltdown, get this written before one of us packs it up...

Still waiting for a bed, a hospital bed, Franco is still in the observation room.

Cudeca doctor called me this morning to tell me she had called hospital and we would be speaking to a doctor with translator, she was right, we did.

They chatted to us, asked us questions, they tested Franco a bit... Date? Hell, even I don't know the date today! Day of the week? For me yes, but only because it was a long weekend here in hospital! Franco knew the year, and he was doctorate 100% positive I am his wife! Few other questions he answered a bit strangely, and after they left Franco told me 'they've' all been going to some day centre with cars and things and David Beckham was there, because he's here now, based in Málaga not Madrid...

Bit surreal and for a moment I thought they had actually been taking him somewhere... Then there was the windup option.. Well, we know Franco likes a good laugh and blags a lot Lol... But no, he was serious.  He thinks its been dark for a few days too...

Franco apologised for being so tired too... He told me he cries for me to be with him when I'm not there...

It will be so good to get him home...

Doctor said, back to this morning... That when they feel its okay, and there is a bed Franco will be in one... And when stabilised he can come home...

This has clashed, sort of... with a call I got not long ago, Cudeca doctor called again to find out how we got on... She said that the hospital have told her Franco is very very bad now... Which she took to mean he wouldn't be coming home, but maybe hospital want him to come home if that is what he wants, which Franco has always said it is, and I told him after a couple of nights in a bed in his own hospital room he can come home! And Franco was really happy...

And now I am waiting in the car until either 8pm or a call to say Franco is in a room.