Donald was completely out of it today. He couldn't walk, could hardly talk and had not much idea what was going on. I didn't give him the nausea pills because I think they were what had knocked him senseless. I got him to my flat and lay him on my couch but he couldn't settle. I kept walking him to the toilet and then he'd decide he didn't need, I gave him cups of tea which he spilt at various stages but he did have an appetite and ate 3 good meals, lots on the floor but he ate lots still. At one point on his restless effort of trying to stand up yet again I said he'd be better to try crawling, not so far to fall for his poor legs were all over the place. We compromised when he took the coffee table and slid it in front of him to get about.
I will get a zimmer. 
I'm hoping that with a good night's sleep those pills will be out of his system by tomorrow. Poor, poor Donald.