Out in the garden with the netbook. Barely able to see the keys, Finally succeeded in getting online.
Tried earlier with Aunt anxiously following me with my fleece over her arm.
Though Aunt became quite expert at seeing how few bars we had.
We tried again in Sainsbury’s car park.
We are looking for nursing homes. We feel the hospital has already made its decision and no matter what we say, Mother will not be allowed home.
Her leg is fractured above the knee.
The discharge plan will begin before we know if she can mobilise or not.
We feel angry, betrayed and helpless.
Saturday night in the garden, no internet connection, exchanging texts with family and friends as Not Cat hunts moths and insects.
Thank goodness for Not Cat. My little ginger stressbuster.
Yesterday he was scared and unsure of her. Today, he was lying next to her loving having his chin scratched. He greeted her warmly when we came back to mother’s flat after being at the hospital.
She was delighted.
We are both drained by the week’s events. And trying to prop each other up. Aunt is perilously close to tears much of the time. As am I.
Mother is in plaster. The surgeon reckons she may never walk again. Apparently the x-rays of her hips mean she shouldn’t have been able to walk for some time.
Mother wanted to get out of bed and out of the hospital today. Bedrest is going to be a challenge for everyone.
I am cheering her on in my head. I want these pessimists who have written her off several times this year already proved wrong yet again.
But it’ll be a hollow victory. The pressure is on to agree to move her to a care home before we know if she can mobilise or not.
I’m too tired to write about it tonight, and my head is whirling.
It just doesn’t feel good.
Back in London. We had a family pow-wow in the hospital caff this morning; Aunt, Nephew and Niece-Out-Law, Me.
Not many smiles. Though Niece-Out-Law’s face when nephew mentioned that the visiting cats might have fleas made me regret not having my camera turned on.
Mother was not eating her lunch when we went to see her. She had eaten her breakfast and the ward does seem to be on the ball about her nutrition, if not her teeth. She has removed the steristrips from her forehead and started work on her plastercast.
Fortunately, her good manners and her habit of calling everyone Darling seems to have endeared her to staff. Not so the lady in the next bay who was shouting. Mother is also anxious to get up and help people, and worried she should be sharing her meals with others. The ward is quiet at the moment, but we were told it will be busier tomorrow. Not good for Mother’s agitation.
The senior staff nurse came by with some extra calories and we all had a long chat with her, telling her bits about Mother. I’ve got to write and email something tomorrow. I did it yesterday, but managed to delete it.
Now for a glass of wine and a bath.
I feel I’m going to need every ounce of strength and resistance over the next few weeks.