Falling ill abroad - no fun, but we did learn lessons
Sarah Carey was obliged to rescue her husband after an international medical crisis that ruined a mini-break
Published 12/06/2016 | 02:30
The sublime Frank McNally of The Irish Times once neatly captured the life of a columnist when he described sitting outside a cafe and glancing over to where he'd parked his bicycle. When he realised the bike was gone, he said he had two thoughts. First, that his bicycle had been stolen. Second, that he could get a column out of it.
When my husband's friend, John, phoned me from Faro and gravely said; "I think it's time you came out here", I had two thoughts. Yes, I would heroically and calmly rescue my husband who'd managed to get himself seriously ill on holidays. And I'd definitely get a column out of it. I don't feel as bad as I should for that, because by wearing out that 'I' key, readers can benefit from (and hopefully avoid) my various experiences.
With that justification out of the way, we'll get back to the hapless husband and the various morals of the story.