Maybe in her dreams she can be 18 again.
Got a truly terrifying call at work today from dad. The home had rang him saying they couldn't rouse mum. That was all he told me. He had to call all her siblings and such so he wanted to get all the calls done NOW and get down to her.
So I met him there.
By the time we got there mum was better than she was first thing when they rang. She was awake, more or less, we think she was aware of us being there, she had a drink (and fell asleep while drinking it, fairly amusing!), she coughed a little but not much. She was as OK as she is now. She couldn't talk. I think it was that she couldn't, not that she lacked the inclination, because that's been more and more of an effort for her of late.
I need to ring Alison tonight and tell her yes, come and see mum, but be prepared.
One of her school friends came up earlier this week and carried on a one-sided conversation about shared experiences from school. That sounds like it was good.
I dreamed last night that mum died. The phone call after that was even more heart-rending than it would've been else.
I'm going to take dad a big syringe that I yoinked from the nurses store, for mum. Lately it seems that it's been too much effort for her to have a drink from a straw (she's not been able to drink from a cup for at least a couple months) so they've been giving her drinks with a spoon - but it seems to me that a syringe would be more comfortable, and easier, for her. Otherwise...this weekend can be pretty much written off as family time, as all mum's family are coming down at various times, and sunday dinner might be from the chippy rather than the usual big event that I make of it because it's fun.
The only other thing to talk about is work. I called Louise four times today while writing out one order. She assures me she's not getting sick of me yet. Give it time, ha ha!
So I met him there.
By the time we got there mum was better than she was first thing when they rang. She was awake, more or less, we think she was aware of us being there, she had a drink (and fell asleep while drinking it, fairly amusing!), she coughed a little but not much. She was as OK as she is now. She couldn't talk. I think it was that she couldn't, not that she lacked the inclination, because that's been more and more of an effort for her of late.
I need to ring Alison tonight and tell her yes, come and see mum, but be prepared.
One of her school friends came up earlier this week and carried on a one-sided conversation about shared experiences from school. That sounds like it was good.
I dreamed last night that mum died. The phone call after that was even more heart-rending than it would've been else.
I'm going to take dad a big syringe that I yoinked from the nurses store, for mum. Lately it seems that it's been too much effort for her to have a drink from a straw (she's not been able to drink from a cup for at least a couple months) so they've been giving her drinks with a spoon - but it seems to me that a syringe would be more comfortable, and easier, for her. Otherwise...this weekend can be pretty much written off as family time, as all mum's family are coming down at various times, and sunday dinner might be from the chippy rather than the usual big event that I make of it because it's fun.
The only other thing to talk about is work. I called Louise four times today while writing out one order. She assures me she's not getting sick of me yet. Give it time, ha ha!