The pool was lovely, the private beach was lovely, the restaurant was lovely, everything was lovely! The beds were comfortable, the bathroom was lovely and large, and I unpacked all of my cosmetics including new products I had taken with me to test out.
You can tell everything was going very smoothly – the perfect start to my holiday but it stopped there. Simon's back unfortunately got stiffer and sorer as the holiday went on so much so that it came to "do you want room service or can you make it to the restaurant", "which sun lounger can you make it to", "how far can you walk today".
Simon was on anti-inflammatories and we had taken a hot water bottle and I asked for a kettle from room service that I could fill the water bottle every few hours for his back. I was massaging his back, but nothing was working!
Simon didn’t even play golf, he didn’t do anything, he couldn’t do anything, he was in pain all the time. We were meant to fly back on the Tuesday; I got out of bed on Monday morning, he went to get out of bed on Monday morning and his back locked!
He was literally screaming and crying and he was stuck in that position for six hours. Two doctors came to give him painkilling injections, tablets, everything but they weren’t touching the pain. We then had to go to hospital. In hospital we went up to go into the accident and emergency department where Simon and I were separated.
I could hear him screaming in pain and I was so irate that they hadn't given him a doctor that they put an armed guard on me! A few days later the armed guard and the translator decided that they quite liked me actually but on that day on the Monday night, they didn't!
Can I just recommend to everyone you must always travel with holiday insurance which luckily we had, because it’s not until you need you realise just how good it is. They were excellent and I also must commend the translators in the hospital who were excellent – I will not commend anyone else on the planet, no one else was helpful.
A catalogue of disasters
I had to sort out all of the luggage, I had to change hotels, the hospital food was terrible – I could go on. Simon was completely immobile so I was with him for 18 hours each day. He had CT scans, x-rays, MRA scans etc.
Simon is actually carrying a football injury from when he played for England, he's actually got a large amount of titanium in his back, so there we no clear pictures which I told them they wouldn’t get a clear picture! They couldn’t actually do a diagnosis in Tenerife, so in the end I finally got the agreement to airlift Simon home.
We had to come back on a private jet because of the back injury being so serious – he's on a body board so we needed to have 13 seats of a normal aeroplane. There wasn’t a direct flight that could give us 13 seats and the insurance did agree that he couldn’t go via the Zurich flight that took 12 hours with a stop over. On Friday morning the insurance agreed that because there was no easy way to get him back now on normal aircraft that they would authorise a private jet.
It was rather helpful that the boss of the insurance company recognised Simon's name and is a life long Crystal Palace fan and Simon Rodger is his all time favourite player. The authority I think was made a little bit easier by that.
I was told we couldn’t take our luggage back because the jet wouldn’t have enough room (poor Kylie where she puts her dresses I don’t know). I then had to get everything packed up and sorted to fly home in a Lear jet 35A for anyone who is a plane techie.
We had a doctor and a nurse who were flown out from Germany which is where most of the airlifting is based. There was Doctor Klause who was introduced to me as the 'top chef' in the hospital because Anna the nurse's English wasn't that great.
It turns out he was the ex chief of surgery at a German hospital but he’s retired now. He's 60 but he’s completely able but his hands are too shaky for surgery and now he does rescues all over the world.
Anna was our nurse who was lovely and lived on a farm, so you know what we spoke about and had photos of. She had six horses, all rescue horses, a Rottweiler and another rescue dog so the whole flight and communication was absolutely fine.
The Lear jet was really smooth, it kept warning me that it was going to be really tiny but actually it was really comfortable – it's got leather seats and mahogany tables. Simon was laid on a stretcher beside me so surprisingly there was a lot of room and it was really comfortable – it was like a Rolls Royce.
Simon is doing okay now. It's going to be a long recovery he's on a cocktail of painkillers and he might need an operation, but he's getting better. Well he must be because he's shopping from his bed!
Phew, I need another holiday after all that drama…