kitchen, had collapsed.
when i spoke to the husband he thought that she was about to die.
not any more though, she had taken a shine to me and was grabbing my hand, singing songs and pretty much dancing around the living room.
i tried to get the story of what happened from the husband, but it was quite hard as our patient would keep interrupting us with streams of confused conversation and singing of hymns.
it was in the ambulance that i saw her husband bury his head in his hands. his eyes were wet with tears.
he was the only person caring for her, and so, for twenty-four hours a day, seven days 