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Tomorrow is Tuesday
May. 7th, 2012 08:38 pmTuesdays do not fit well with my family. My father took the massive stroke which killed him on a Tuesday, my sister died suddenly on a Tuesday, and I broke my nose, my wrist and my shoulder on assorted Tuesdays. Tomorrow is Tuesday.
We have moved into the end game scenario. My mother has now got a massive infection which is being treated with antibiotics but things do not look good. She was bad yesterday but was much worse today, very agitated and calling "Mammy! Mammy! Mammy!". I tried to talk to her, she would look at me, but I don't know if she knew I was there or recognised me.
When I was there today one of the doctors came in and had the Talk with me. I was expecting it but it still literally took the breath from me.
I'm just off the phone with the hospital. She's still very agitated and tomorrow they will be discussing her treatment with the palliative care nurse. Hopefully they will be able to give her something to calm her and help her.
I'm back in Glasgow. I didn't want to stay in my parents' house tonight, although given that I could be called to the hospital at any time that would perhaps be more sensible. But the house is empty and filled with ghosts.
We have moved into the end game scenario. My mother has now got a massive infection which is being treated with antibiotics but things do not look good. She was bad yesterday but was much worse today, very agitated and calling "Mammy! Mammy! Mammy!". I tried to talk to her, she would look at me, but I don't know if she knew I was there or recognised me.
When I was there today one of the doctors came in and had the Talk with me. I was expecting it but it still literally took the breath from me.
I'm just off the phone with the hospital. She's still very agitated and tomorrow they will be discussing her treatment with the palliative care nurse. Hopefully they will be able to give her something to calm her and help her.
I'm back in Glasgow. I didn't want to stay in my parents' house tonight, although given that I could be called to the hospital at any time that would perhaps be more sensible. But the house is empty and filled with ghosts.