Tuesday, 4 February 2025

Vital statistics

 My mum is about to enter her fourth week in hospital, I am learning that I have to advocate for her, confirm and re-confirm everything I am told, phone nurses, ask to have doctors ring me and then call and ask again. 

I am taking Dad to see her many days of the week as he no longer wants to drive. He wants to talk to every random person: in the lifts, in the corridors, at the reception desk. And he wants to call the nurses for everything including alarms that are beeping in other rooms.

I am informing the family of whats happening.

I am trying to keep my head above water at work. Where we were three, now I am one.

If I hadn't had my ankle surgery four years ago and if I hadn't started sleep apnea treatment one year ago, I would never have coped with this train wreck.

The universe seems to have ordered things in my favour.

I miss you all and while some blogging might be just the therapy I need, most days I'm too overwhelmed to open the lap top.

Please don't pity me but do send your best wishes.

xox



1 comment:

  1. Watching my elderly parents get slower in hospital, was terrible. They had been so clever and so independent, I never thought it would happen. But I was the only daughter, and they were lucky to see their sons once a fortnight :(
    The only thing that helped was remembering all the years of care that parents put into their child's early life - changing nappies, mashing and feeding every meal, waking up every 4 hours during the night etc etc
    Be strong.

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