Back off to see Aunt Ros in the hospital in Manchester today. It will be the only time I can bum a lift today, as at the weekend I have the wedding I'm going to, so it will be the last time I will be able to visit her for a while. Mum and I have to be ready for 1pm, and it will be after 9pm before out lift back gets us home, so it's going to be a long day.Mum's of course packing a hamper, as well as treats for her sister.
Mum called me at 10pm last night with the latest update, it's not looking good. She is very confused and paranoid again now. She had all her things in her bed under the covers with her and wouldn't talk above a whisper because 'they' were recording her. It's very sad, and I dread what we are going to find today. She's gone from the normal loving 57 year old woman I've loved all my life, into this paranoid, delusional, sick woman.
Fingers crossed we find her a little better today, and that we can talk to her, and hopefully make her laugh.
Most of yesterday seemed to be spent on here. It made me, getting 'right on' and defensive, all seem a little shallow and pointless.
I'd much rather fight Auntie Ros's corner, than play posting ping pong with some shallow arse, mass debater on here.
11.20am
Change of plan, short time later. There is no room for me in the car. I've been asked to look after H. my nine year old goddaughter instead.
I wonder if she'd like to 'play' at ironing?
Mum called me at 10pm last night with the latest update, it's not looking good. She is very confused and paranoid again now. She had all her things in her bed under the covers with her and wouldn't talk above a whisper because 'they' were recording her. It's very sad, and I dread what we are going to find today. She's gone from the normal loving 57 year old woman I've loved all my life, into this paranoid, delusional, sick woman.
Fingers crossed we find her a little better today, and that we can talk to her, and hopefully make her laugh.
Most of yesterday seemed to be spent on here. It made me, getting 'right on' and defensive, all seem a little shallow and pointless.
I'd much rather fight Auntie Ros's corner, than play posting ping pong with some shallow arse, mass debater on here.
11.20am
Change of plan, short time later. There is no room for me in the car. I've been asked to look after H. my nine year old goddaughter instead.
I wonder if she'd like to 'play' at ironing?